Chapter 525
Chapter 525:
Without wasting a moment, Morton relayed the grim situation to his superiors, anxiously awaiting their next move.
Ellie was still on the line, unleashing a torrent of fury at Jayceon.
Jayceon, about to wrap up his day at work, sat in his office chair, his expression a storm of rage. He dialed Davin directly after the call with Ellie, his voice a low growl. “Was it you? Did you orchestrate Patrick’s kidnapping? Keep our feud between us; don’t drag a child into this mess. I don’t care what underhanded schemes you conjure up over the Russell Corporation. But mark my words—if you so much as lay a finger on my son, I’ll bring your entire world crashing down p>
Davin was taken aback. He hadn’t even set foot in the office today; he was enjoying a family vacation at a mountain resort, currently harvesting strawberries at a nearby farm. Standing tall, he declared, “Even if Dad hasn’t acknowledged Patrick as family, I can’t fathom you claiming some random kid as your own. So I know Patrick is your child. No matter the depths of my hatred for you, I wouldn’t stoop so low as to use a child as a pawn. It wasn’t me p>
He ended the call, frustration simmering within him as he muttered, “Who in their right mind would dare kidnap someone from the Russell family p>
Yet, the next second, a sly, malicious grin soon crept across his face. Someone was stepping in to handle Jayceon, and that suited him just fine. He hoped the kidnappers would succeed, even trading Jayceon for Patrick. That way, he could avoid dirtying his own hands dealing with Jayceon.
“Cancel all my appointments,” Jayceon barked at his secretary as he stormed out of the office, his expression dark.
As he walked, he called Tina, probing for her involvement, but she flatly denied it and chastised him instead.
Meanwhile, in the surveillance room, Morton and Jaxson were combing through a sea of video feeds, hunting for anything out of place, but their efforts yielded nothing. With tens of thousands of visitors daily and a labyrinth of cameras, pinpointing a suspect among the throng felt like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Brenna and Ellie, both sharp-eyed and determined, joined the search, adding their keen observations to the mix. However, Ellie was drowning in a sea of emotions. Her mind was flooded with harrowing images of Patrick being tortured, or worse, leaving her paralyzed with fear. She sat in a chair, panic gripping her as she clutched her phone with white-knuckled intensity, waiting for the kidnappers to make their move.
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If they weren’t from the Russell family, they could be the Russell family’s rivals, or perhaps her own enemies. Over the years, she, Brenna, and Thiago had ruffled quite a few feathers, even among some shady figures in the underworld.
So, Ellie and Brenna were left in the dark about who had taken Patrick. Just as despair settled over the group, Brenna’s phone rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen. Morton and Jaxson sprang into action, prepping their equipment to trace the call before letting Brenna answer.
On the other end of the line was a man, his voice distorted by a voice changer. “If you want the boy alive, don’t call the cops. Don’t tell anyone p>
“Where is he?” Brenna asked, her voice steady. She was far more composed than Ellie.
“Wait for further instructions.” The caller seemed all too aware of the potential for being tracked and hung up instantly.