Chapter 907:

Blowing out smoke, Jayden calmly asked, “What’s your endgame? Why target us?”

“To kill you all,” Jayden replied nonchalantly, as if discussing something mundane.

Looking at Jayden, Charlie pressed, “What about Enzo? Could you actually bring yourself to kill him? He raised you. Can you truly dismiss your feelings for him?”

Jayden remained silent.

Charlie, lost in memories, mused, “Reflecting on it now, you were so young when you first came to my home. Enzo entrusted your care to me. Was it seven years we spent together? It seems like yesterday you were still a boy.”

Lost in thought, Charlie reminisced aloud, wandering through memories.

He continued his monologue, receiving no reaction from Jayden, until he suddenly asked, “We’ve been here a while, but where is my daughter?”

“Isn’t she right here with us?” Jayden responded calmly.

Charlie surveyed the surroundings. “Where? I don’t see her. Didn’t you bring her along?”

Jayden nodded. “Yes, she’s right here. Why not take a closer look?”

Charlie searched, but Aarya was nowhere to be seen. How could someone alive be so elusive?

The bitter realization hit Charlie. Jayden had been playing him, using cheap tricks.

Swiftly, Charlie rose, drew his gun, and leveled it at Jayden’s head. His teeth clenched as he hissed, “So you dare deceive me? You never brought my daughter here, you despicable bastard!”

Jayden smiled, a smile that gnawed at Charlie’s sanity. He chuckled low and mockingly. “Who said I didn’t bring her? Your blindness prevents you from seeing her.”

“Then where is she? Tell me, or I swear to God, I’ll shoot you.” Charlie’s mask dropped, revealing the cold, ruthless man beneath.

His earlier reminiscing had been a ruse to lower Jayden’s guard. He had come only to see his daughter, Aarya.

Jayden’s lips curled into a twisted smile as he gestured toward where Charlie had been sitting. “Isn’t your daughter right here?” he asked mockingly.

Charlie froze, his heart pounding. His eyes darted to the black plastic bag on the ground. He already knew what was inside, but his mind refused to accept the awful truth. . . .