Chapter 920

The crowd surged in, filling the Royal Suite of the Jayrodale Grand Hotel with an overwhelming presence. The hotel manager, his face pale, rushed forward and barked, “Dylan, Natasha, what the hell are you doing with all these people? Get out! The Royal Suite is booked for an important guest today. You’re not welcome!”

Dylan did not hesitate and immediately kicked the manager, sending him sprawling to the floor. “Shut up, or I’ll end you right here.”

His calm, icy tone was enough to make the manager nearly wet himself.

The crowd parted, and Francesca walked in, unharmed. “Andrew, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” she said, her voice steady.

Then, glaring at Elon, she added, “But watch out for this fat pig from the Golding family. He’s the one who kidnapped me!”

Andrew turned to look at her and smiled. “Fatty, Kenny, I told you Fran would be rescued soon. Believe me now?”

Kenny was in shock. “Elon, w–what’s going on? Did your people let her go?”

Elon’s face was dark with anger. “Nonsense! The Golding family’s men are elite, not idiots. Do you really think they’d just let her go?”

He immediately pulled out his phone and called the semi-martial king who was supposed to be guarding Francesca. This man was his trump card, the one he had brought to Jayrodale as insurance.

Initially, Elon thought the semi-martial king was unnecessary. Nonetheless, he was the eldest son of the Golding family, and wherever he went, it would have to be a grand affair. Hence, even if it was unnecessary, it was still best to have such an arrangement.

As soon as the call connected, a panicked voice came through. “Mr. Golding, save me! Please, come quick!”

Elon was stunned. “Reuben, what’s happening? With your skills, you should be unstoppable in Jayrodale. What’s going on?”

Reuben Davis’ voice trembled with fear. “Mr. Golding, it’s a woman… a terrifying woman. She’s beating me to death! Please, save me!”

Elon’s face twisted in rage. “Where are you? How am I supposed to save you if I don’t know where you are?” Reuben sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “I’m in a cell… Ah! Please, ma’am, spare me! I beg you!”

The call ended abruptly with the sound of Reuben begging. Elon tried calling again, but the phone was turned off. He kept trying, but it was no use–the line was dead.

“Andrew, what the hell did you do? Why is the Golding family’s semi-martial king locked up and begging for his life?” Elon roared, his face red with fury. His trump card was gone, and he was starting to feel vulnerable.

Andrew smirked. “Maybe your semi-martial king had a sudden craving for prison food. Who knows? But here’s the deal–you’re out of options, fatty. And you, old dog, you’ll do exactly as I say from now on. Got it?”

Kenny’s lips trembled with suppressed rage, but he stayed silent.

Elon, however, laughed mockingly. “You really think you’re something, don’t you? Even without Reuben, I’m still the eldest son of the Golding family. I’m nobility, born to rule. You’re nothing but a bug. Go ahead, try to touch me. I dare you!”