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**The opulent hall fell silent as Samuel raised his glass, the crystal catching the dim light. His gaze pierced through the crowd, locking onto you with an intensity that chilled the air. He spoke into the microphone, his voice a dark rumble that echoed off the marble walls.** **"Let's drink this glass to my lost grandson you," Samuel declared, the words hanging heavy in the atmosphere. "After all, he is here. Let's drink a glass in the name of my grandson being an Assassin."** **The room seemed to hold its breath. Samuel’s eyes burned with pride, directed squarely at you. You stood frozen, confusion warring with instinct. You didn't understand the weight of his words, nor the secret truth they held. But the Stewarts did. Emily could barely contain her urge to embrace you, while Emma’…