Chapter 537 Leave It To Me

“Go on.”

“I have a hunch Mr. Rainsworth’s disappearance might be connected to Mr. Nicholas. I can approach the Murdock family and others, but Nicholas…,” Mason hesitated, appearing troubled. It was inappropriate for a subordinate like him to visit Nicholas. Besides, he couldn’t possibly visit numerous locations in one night.

Before he finished, Cecilia nodded. “All right. Leave it to me.”

“Okay,” Mason urged. “If you encounter difficulties, seek help from Madam Elena.” He knew Elena wouldn’t remain idle if Nathaniel were in trouble.

Cecilia nodded again, putting Mason at ease. He then led his men to the Murdock family. Whether or not the Murdocks were involved, the trouble that befell Nathaniel after the banquet was undeniably linked to them.

Half an hour later, the Murdocks were surrounded by Mason's bodyguards, prompting Ethan to panic.

“Mr. Sanders, what’s this?”

Mason cut to the chase. “Where is Mr. Rainsworth?”

“How would I know where your employer is, Mr. Sanders? Did you lose him?” Ethan retorted, masking his anxiety with humor. He looked at the throng of figures shrouded in darkness, puzzled. Hasn't Nathaniel lost his power and influence? How does he still command such loyalty?

Hearing Ethan’s tone, Mason adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. Without hesitation, he grabbed Ethan’s wrist, yanking him backward. A sickening crack echoed—a dislocated bone.

“Ah!” Ethan cried, “Mr. Sanders, let’s talk calmly. I truly don’t know where Mr. Rainsworth is.”

Mason’s gaze hardened. “Do you want to lose your other hand?”

Ethan endured the pain. “Even if you crippled me, I still wouldn’t know.”

Time ticked by. Mason refused to waste time. “Think carefully. If anything happens to Mr. Rainsworth, you won’t live to see tomorrow.”

Ethan nodded frantically. “I understand! I’d never harm him. You can assign someone to watch me. If I ever move against Mr. Rainsworth, let them kill me.”

He was telling the truth. He’d only helped Nicholas administer medicine to Nathaniel. Nicholas orchestrated Nathaniel’s subsequent removal; Ethan knew nothing more. Nicholas had also assured him he wouldn't kill Nathaniel.

Mason left someone to watch Ethan before proceeding to other leads. That night, no one in Tudela slept soundly. Zachary was especially restless.

Vivian rushed to the hotel, near tears. “Did you lose Jon?”

“He’s not lost. Someone’s looking for him,” Zachary scowled. “Who dares touch that little brat? They’re courting death!”

When Zachary found the man Jonathan had pranked, the man knelt, profusely apologizing. “Mr. Sinclair, I didn’t know he was your son! Even if I had a hundred times the courage, I wouldn't have dared chase him. I would’ve let him do whatever he wanted!”

Vivian was confused. “Jon’s sensible. Why would he pull your pants for no reason?”

The man shrugged. “I don’t know.” He never expected such a disastrous day: first, pants-pulled-down humiliation, then abduction by the Sinclairs.

Zachary kicked the man, then ordered his men, “Drag him away and bury him.”

Terror seized the man. “No! Mr. Sinclair, spare me! I truly regret…”

Vivian recoiled. She’d only heard tales of Zachary’s ruthlessness; she never imagined he’d treat human life so casually.