Chapter 916

“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. Lloyd. 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 Andrew 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 Andrew 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—like he was nothing.

Meanwhile, Andrew 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.

Andrew understood immediately—Francesca was not in the hotel. This matched his expectations. Elon and Kenny had stashed her somewhere else.

Andrew’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, Andrew 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.”

Andrew 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?”