Chapter 678 Taking Action

“Sir, I think we’ve found Ms. Morgan’s whereabouts.”

“Where is she?”

“After leaving the hospital yesterday, she took several different buses before ending up at a mansion.”

Chandler frowned, turning to Walter. “Let’s check out that mansion.”

After a thirty-minute drive, Chandler’s car pulled up in front of the mansion just as Christopher was storming out the front gate.

With his back to Chandler, Christopher was yelling at several security guards, “Useless! You can’t even keep watch over one woman! If anything happens to Rachel, you can all kiss your jobs goodbye!”

“Sir, they outnumbered us and came prepared. We tried to stop them, but we couldn’t.”

The guards were still tied up with ropes, clear evidence the kidnappers had overpowered them. The bindings hadn’t even been removed yet.

A whole day had passed, and Christopher had just arrived at the mansion to find all the guards bound.

“These people were definitely professionals, looking way more dangerous than your average thugs. Sir, shouldn’t we call the police?”

Christopher sneered at the suggestion. “The police? What good would they do? Have you forgotten how the Powell family built its empire? Street thugs? What kind of petty criminals would dare mess with me?”

He had a point. Twenty years ago, the Powell family’s reputation was far from clean. Back then, whether you were a street gangster or a common thief, nobody dared cross the Powell family.

Everyone in the underground world answered to the Powell family.

But times had changed. Since the Powell family had gone legitimate and moved into the business world, their connections to the underground had weakened.

Now, years later, the Powell family’s influence wasn’t what it used to be.

Chandler rolled down his car window, catching every word of their conversation.

It was clear that Rachel wasn’t there. The kidnappers had taken her.

Christopher turned at the sound behind him, his face faltering when he saw Chandler.

He clearly hadn’t expected Chandler to find his villa so quickly. Christopher forced a smile despite his unease.

Even with the Powell family backing him and his big-shot status in Kingsdom, he was nothing compared to the man before him.

Steeling himself, Christopher approached Chandler. “Mr. Aniston, what brings you here?”

Chandler narrowed his eyes as a ray of sunlight crossed his sharp features. He turned, his gaze settling on Christopher’s face.

His voice was deep and cold. “Was the child Rachel was carrying yours?”

Christopher froze at those words, his heart skipping a beat.

Rachel was pregnant?

Christopher had no idea about any of this!

But Christopher knew better than anyone: If Chandler was saying this, Rachel’s pregnancy must be actual…

Thinking back to yesterday, Rachel’s strange behavior, and the blood stain on his pants, Christopher suddenly realized something.

‘Rachel said she had a cold and took medicine… Don’t tell me it wasn’t cold medicine at all!

Did she secretly… get rid of our child?”

The revelation hit Christopher like a tidal wave.

Despite his shock, his face remained perfectly composed.

Christopher knew he couldn’t admit to any of this.

Forget about Rachel’s engagement to his brother. The scandal of their affair alone would be enough to land him in hot water.

Christopher smiled smoothly and said, “What are you talking about, Mr. Aniston? My relationship with Ms. Morgan is completely innocent. I ran into her a few days ago and, seeing she had nowhere to go, I offered her my empty villa for a few days. After all, she’ll soon be my brother’s wife. That’s all there is between us.”

Then, putting on an act of confusion, Christopher added, “Ms. Morgan is pregnant? My goodness, my brother should have said something about getting her pregnant. Well, they are engaged, after all. I’ll go home today and talk to my father about arranging their wedding as soon as possible.”

His words were carefully crafted, leaving no room for doubt.

While this might fool others, it didn’t work on Chandler.

During his ten years at the police academy, besides daily training, Chandler had studied interrogation techniques.

He could spot a liar with just one glance.

Chandler got out of the car.

The moment Christopher finished speaking, Chandler’s fist slammed hard into his stomach.

Christopher felt like his internal organs were about to shatter from that punch. He staggered back several steps, spit out some bile, and dropped to one knee.

But Chandler’s expression remained unchanged as he slowly raised his hand, looking down at Christopher with contempt.

“Christopher, I’ll ask you one more time. Is Rachel pregnant with your child?”

Christopher tasted blood rising in his throat, knowing he had internal injuries.

He’d heard about Chandler’s fighting skills but never imagined they’d be this formidable.

It was no secret that Rachel and Chandler were close. Christopher knew that Rachel was like a sister to Chandler.

As her guardian, it made sense that Chandler would want to track down and deal with whoever had wronged his sister and gotten her pregnant.

Christopher’s fingers twitched as he shook his head. “It’s not my child.”

No matter what, he couldn’t admit it.

Chandler didn’t strike again; he just gave Christopher a meaningful look.

Christopher boldly met his gaze, forcing a smile. “Mr. Aniston, there must be some misunderstanding. Ms. Morgan is my brother’s wife. How could the child possibly be mine?”

Their eyes locked, and Christopher’s composure never wavered, showing not a hint of guilt.

Chandler looked away, though it wasn’t clear whether he believed Christopher or not.

Seeing that Chandler had stopped questioning him, Christopher caught his henchman’s eye. The man immediately pulled out some security footage from a villa.

It showed Rachel being kidnapped, her head covered with a bag.

“Mr. Aniston, they’re the ones who broke into my villa and kidnapped Ms. Morgan.”

Chandler’s brown eyes narrowed.

His gaze immediately locked onto the tattoo on the lead man’s arm, and his expression darkened.

After spending so much time at the border, Chandler knew what kind of people they were.

How did Rachel end up in their hands?

Chandler got into his car with a grim expression, picked up his phone, and made a call.

Christopher watched him. It looked like he was calling the police.

As he watched Chandler’s car drive away, Christopher had a feeling that things weren’t going to be that simple.

He, too, had been staring at that tattoo for a while, vaguely remembering it as some organization’s symbol.

The Powell family had distanced themselves from these shady groups for so long, and Christopher had been just a kid back then, so he wasn’t entirely sure. He needed to ask the family elders about this.

Christopher rushed back to the Powell Villa and immediately pulled the butler aside when he saw him. “Hugh, take a look at this tattoo! Do you remember what they do?”

Hugh Cyrus was now in his sixties. In his younger days, he’d traveled everywhere with Christopher’s father, Keith, and had seen all sorts of organizations.

He put on his reading glasses that hung around his neck and looked carefully. A sharp glint flashed through his otherwise clouded eyes.

“They’re an organization from the southwest that specializes in that kind of business,” Hugh said with a grave expression. “Why are you suddenly asking about this?”