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Dylan’s voice was cold and determined. “Mr. Baldwin, you and Natasha should take Michael to the Jayrodale Grand Hotel. I’ll handle rescuing Ms. Aicker.”
Kingsley shook his head. “It won’t work. Kenny’s familiar with Jayrodale. If he wants to hide someone, it’ll be easy.”
Natasha growled, “So we’re just supposed to let them control us like this?”
Dylan sighed. “The Golding family and these big-name families from Blumedale are no joke. They’re tough to deal with.”
Kingsley smirked, his confidence unshaken. Tough? The Golding family isn’t even worth my time. I have a good idea where Fran is being held. You two, find Shiloh. Tell her pay her 10,000 dollars for half a day of her time to help with the rescue.”
Natasha and Dylan exchanged stunned looks. Then, Natasha asked in disbelief, “Darling, you can guess where Ms. Aicker is being held?”
“Mr. Baldwin not only did you figure out they took Ms. Aicker, but you also know where they’re keeping her? Do you have a mole in the Golding family?” Dylan added, equally shocked.
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Kingsley remained calm. “If I had a mole in the Golding family, this wouldn’t have happened. My conclusions are based on logical reasoning. I can teach you both later, but right now, we need to focus on rescuing Fran.”
He quickly explained where he believed Francesca was being held. Dylan and Natasha, still puzzled, gathered their team and set off to recruit Shiloh for the mission.
Meanwhile, Kingsley had Antonio bring someone up from the underground cell.
Phantom Eye, still locked up, glared at Kingsley through the bars. “Kid, if you’re not going to kill me, why keep me here? Once I recover, I’ll snap your neck.”
Kingsley glanced at him, unimpressed. “If that day ever comes, it’ll be your neck that gets snapped, not mine.”
Phantom Eye let out a cold snort and asked, “So, Kenny and the Golding family are in Jayrodale now, aren’t they? I bet Kenny brought along his son-in-law, Elon Golding, the eldest son of the Golding family. That fat guy is infamous for playing dirty. Trust me, he won’t negotiate politely with you.”
Kingsley nodded calmly. “You’re right. He’s already made his move by kidnapping someone close to me.”
Phantom Eye paused, then burst into laughter. “Then you’re done for! A small-time player like you doesn’t stand a chance against someone like Elon, who comes from one of the Five Apex Families. These guys aren’t just spoiled rich kids- they’re ruthless and resourceful. Crushing you would be child’s play for him.”
Kingsley raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent. “Is that so? Well, we’ll see about that. Personally, I think this Elon guy is no different from a dumb pig.”
With that, Kingsley turned and walked away. Phantom Eye called after him, laughing. “However this plays out, Elon will destroy you. Why not let me out? Maybe I’ll feel generous and help you out.”
Kingsley did not respond. Instead, he simply raised his middle finger without looking back. Phantom Eye’s face darkened, his expression turning furious.
He shouted, “You’re just a nobody from Jayrodale, trying to go up against a Golding family heir? You’re digging your own grave! I’ll stay right here in this cell and watch how you get yourself killed!”
Kingsley ignored him, grabbing Michael and speeding off toward the Jayrodale Grand Hotel. As he drove, he made a call to Donald, the police commissioner.
“Mr. Warren, Mr. Aicker’s granddaughter, Francesca, has been kidnapped by the Golding family from Blumedale and Kenny. I’m going to need your help again.”
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Meanwhile, at the Jayrodale Grand Hotel, the hotel manager was fawning over Elon Golding like a loyal servant. Elon waved him off dismissively. “Get out of here.”
The manager bowed deeply, backing away. “Of course, Mr. Golding. If you need anything, just call for me personally.”
Elon then gestured for the manager to come closer. “I heard that a guy named Kingsley Baldwin caused quite a scene here a while back. He even beat up Winston from the Wright family of Blumedale. Is that true?”
The manager forced a nervous smile. “Yes, sir. That Kingsley fellow is quite the troublemaker. He showed up at a banquet hosted by a local businessman, Raymond Chapman, and didn’t even show respect to Mr. Wright. He ended up slapping Winston until his face was covered in blood. It was brutal.”
Elon chuckled, shaking his head. “Winston’s nothing but a spoiled playboy who only knows how to chase women. It’s no surprise he got beaten What’s surprising is that a nobody like Kingsley had the guts to lay a hand on him. You’d think the Wright family would’ve done something about it.”
Kenny, who was sitting nearby, laughed. “Elon, why bother with the Wright family’s drama? That Kingsley kid is already a dead man walking. He’s got too many sins to count.”
Elon smirked. Still, I have to admit, it’s impressive that this little punk had the nerve to hit Winston. Maybe he’s got some guts after all. If he gets down on his knees before me and swears to serve me for life, I might even consider making him my lackey.”
Kenny’s face darkened as soon as he heard Elon’s words. “Elon, that little punk almost killed Michael. How can you even think about making him your lackey? You should be avenging Michael!”
Elon shrugged, completely unfazed. “Let’s be honest, Dad. You know what kind of person Michael is. He’s a spoiled brat who only gets away with things because of you and Sherilyn’s favoritism.
“If it weren’t for that, would he dare cause so much trouble outside? Honestly, I’m annoyed that I had to come all the way to this backwater town because of him. Once this is over, I’m going to give him a good talking-to.”
Kenny was speechless. His son-in-law was openly insulting his own family right in front of him. Normally, Kenny would have lost his temper, but Elon was the eldest son of the Golding family. So, Kenny had to tread carefully around him, never daring to act superior.
“Elon, are you sure about keeping Francesca in that location you mentioned? I’m a bit worried someone might try to rescue her,” Kenny said, changing the subject. Elon waved his hand dismissively. “I don’t know Jayrodale well, but it doesn’t matter. The Golding family’s name alone is enough to scare anyone off. Wherever a Golding family member is, even if it’s just a random house or the middle of the street, it’s as secure as a fortress. Anyone who tries to interfere will be crushed to dust.”
He chuckled, his confidence unshakable. “And even if someone manages to rescue Francesca, it won’t change. Crushing Kingsley will be as easy as snapping my fingers. He’ll probably tremble and beg for mercy when he hears my name.” Elon burst into laughter, clearly enjoying himself. Kenny clenched his fists but forced himself to laugh along, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Kenny had always felt like the lesser sibling compared to Jameson. That was why the family leadership had gone to Jameson instead of him, the eldest son.
But so what? Kenny had a daughter who married into the Golding family. Thanks to her, he now had the backing of one of the most powerful families in Blumedale.
Once things were settled in Jayrodale, Kenny planned to return to Blumedale and take over as the head of the Rhodes family. His life was about to reach its peak.
Just then, Donald walked in with a team of officers. Kenny smirked when he saw him. “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Warren. Long time no see.”
Donald remained calm and composed. “Congratulations, Mr. Kenny. Moving to Blumedale has really elevated your family’s status. I must say, I’m quite envious.”
Kenny felt a surge of pride. “Oh, Mr. Warren, you fatter me. It’s nothing too grand just a small step forward. If you ever come to Blumedale and need help with anything-say, promotion or some trouble just let me know. I might be able to pull some strings.”
Kenny was clearly showing off. As a Jayrodale native who climbed the social ladder thanks to his connection to the Golding family, he could not resist flaunting his newfound status.
Donald, however, was not fazed. He smiled and said, “Actually, I’m here to investigate the disappearance Ms. Francesca Aicker, the
Stake Ael.next granddaughter of Mr. Cedric Alcker. I’ve heard that she was taken by you, Mr. Rhodes, and Mr. Golding. Is that true?”
Kenny snorted. “That’s completely false. Just baseless rumors.”
Meanwhile, Elon looked down at Donald with a dismissive smirk.
“You’re just a small-town police commissioner, and you think yonet can question me? Even if the mayor of Jayrodale showed up, I wouldn’t give him the time of day if I didn’t feel like it.”
“So, Mr. Warren, why don’t you turn around and head back where you came from?” Elon said dismissively.
Donald chuckled inwardly, mocking, ‘If it weren’t for your family name, you’d be nothing. You’re playing with fire going up against Mr. Baldwin. You’ll end up just like Winston.’
Nonetheless, he kept his tone polite. “You’re absolutely right, Mr. Golding. A small- town police commissioner like me is hardly worth your attention. I’m just a nobody, right?”
He paused, then added, “But if you could just tell me where Ms. Aicker is being held, I can bring Mr. Thatcher into this to handle the matter properly.”
Elon’s expression darkened. “Are you threatening me with Mark? Get out of here. I don’t know anything about this Francesca person. You’re wasting your time.”
Donald kept his smile plastered on his face. “If you insist, Mr. Golding, then my team and I will have to conduct a search. If we find any evidence, I’m afraid we’ll have to hold you accountable.”
Kenny waved his hand impatiently. “Go ahead, search all you want. If you find anything, do whatever you need to do.”
Elon sneered. “I’ve booked the entire Jayrodale Grand Hotel for today. I’ll cooperate with your search, but if you come up empty-handed, I’ll be filing a formal complaint with your superiors.”
Donald nodded calmly. “We’re just doing our job. If we don’t find anything, you’re free to file a complaint or take any action you see fit.”
With that, Donald and his team began their search of the hotel.
Kenny smirked as they left. “Looks like Kingsley finally caught on, but involving the police won’t help him. They’re useless.”
Elon shrugged, looking completely unbothered. “I was just putting Donald in his place. Francesca isn’t even in this hotel. They could search all year and find nothing. This Kingsley guy is way out of his depth. He doesn’t stand a chance against me.”
Kenny quickly jumped in with flattery. “Of course not, Elon. You’re the future of the Golding family. Honestly, even at my age, I can’t hold a candle to you.”
Elon did not even try to be polite. “At least you know your place, Dad.”
Kenny’s face twitched, but he said nothing. This is what it’s like to live under someone else’s shadow, he thought bitterly. The Golding family had given him and his children power and influence, but it came at a cost.
Even as Elon’s father-in-law, Kenny was treated with no respect. And when it came to the head of the Golding family, Kenny’s own in-law, he was treated even worse-ike he was nothing.
Meanwhile, Kingsley arrived at the Jayrodale Grand Hotel just as Donald and his team were leaving. The two men passed each other without a word, but Donald shook his head subtly.
Kingsley understood immediately-Francesca was not in the hotel. This matched his expectations. Elon and Kenny had stashed her somewhere else.
Kingsley’s plan was simple: keep Elon and Kenny occupied at the hotel while Natasha and the others rescued Francesca. Once she was safe, it would be time to show these Blumedale elites what Jayrodale hospitality really meant.
With a loud thud, Kingsley tossed a large black duffel bag onto the floor in front of Elon and Kenny.
Kenny kicked it open, grinning viciously. “You little punk, you finally showed up! Don’t think bringing some gift will save you.”
Kingsley smirked. “I was just returning Michael to you, but since you kicked him away, I guess I’ll sell him off to a nightclub instead. He might make a good entertainer.”
Kenny’s face went pale. He stared at the duffel bag in horror. “What are you talking about? That thing… that’s Michael?”
Kenny, frantic, rushed forward to tear open the black duffel bag. However, Elon stopped him with a sharp command. “Wait! Be careful-it could be a trap!”
Kenny froze, confused. “A trap? What do you mean?”
Elon glared at Kingsley, his voice dripping with disdain. “This little punk is clever, I’l give him that. He might fool others but is not smart enough to trick me.”
He snapped his fingers, and two burly bodyguards in black suits stepped forward. They began stomping on the duffel bag with brutal force.
At the same time, Elon pulled Kenny back, keeping a safe distance. “Better safe than sorry, Dad. Kingsley’s backed into a corner now. He’s desperate and might do something crazy.
“He probably told you Michael’s in there, but it’s more likely filled with chemicals, poison, or even a snake. Open it, and you could end up dead before you know what hit you.”
Elon’s confident explanation left Kenny stunned. “Elon, you’re always one step ahead. Damn, I almost fell for that little bastard’s trap!”
The bodyguards continued to stomp on the duffel bag, as if trying to crush any hidden danger into dust. However, as they kept going, muffled groans and pained cries started coming from inside the bag. It sounded like someone was gagged, unable to scream properly.
Kenny’s eyes widened. “Wait! Elon, there’s someone in there. It’s not a trap!”
Elon, looking embarrassed, signaled the bodyguards to stop. His flawless analysis had just been proven completely wrong-Michael was indeed inside the bag. Kingsley gave Elon and Kenny a strange look, unable to hold back a sarcastic remark. “Do you two have a screw or two loose?”
Elon’s face darkened. “What are you talking about?”
Kingsley shrugged. “You just spent the last few minutes beating up your own guy, almost killing him in the process. If that’s not brain-dead behavior, I don’t know what is. So, yeah, maybe you guys should really get your head checked one of these days.”
Before Elon or Kenny could react, Kingsley stepped forward and opened the duffel bag. Michael crawled out, bruised and battered with a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth. Tears streamed down his face as he glared at Kenny, clearly resentful.
Kenny’s voice trembled. “Michael, are you okay?”
Kingsley could not help but laugh. He pulled the sock out of Michael’s mouth and said, “Your dad’s asking if you’re okay, Michael.”
Michael, still tied up, screamed, “Dad! Elon! Were you trying to kill me? Why would you do this to me? Are you here to save me or finish me off?”
His expression was filled with so much bitterness that it was almost comical.
Kenny’s face turned red with embarrassment. “Of course, we’re here to save you. Just hold on. We’ll get you out of this. Kingsley, release Michael right now!”
Kingsley smirked. “You think I’ll just let him go because you said so? Kenny, remember my terms. Give up your claim to the Rhodes family leadership, and I’ll let Michael go.”
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