Chapter 548 Pretty Clever

Scarface immediately refused. “You’re trying to use my phone to call the police, aren’t you? Kid, you’re pretty clever,” he sneered.

“Mister, I just want to play a game, not make a call,” Jonathan replied, his eyes full of sincerity.

Scarface wasn’t easily fooled. “Shut up. Say another word, and I’ll sew your mouth shut.”

Jonathan, having no choice, looked around for an escape, but found none. He was just a child, and dealing with Scarface and his associates was daunting. His only option was to try and get a message to Zachary about his location. Zachary and the others were likely still searching, as Jonathan hadn't returned last night. However, with Scarface's mercilessness, accessing any communication devices was impossible. He needed another way, perhaps through the other people involved.

At Sinclair Manor, chaos erupted. Upon learning of Jonathan's disappearance, George issued a strict order: find Jonathan, no matter the cost, even if it meant turning Tudela upside down. “Who dares to go against the Sinclair family? If I find out who’s behind this, I’ll skin them alive!” he declared viciously. He then turned on Zachary. “The kid was in the bathroom for two hours, and you didn’t even bother to check on him! How careless can you be?”

Zachary was distraught. He'd bonded with Jonathan, and the child was Nathaniel's son. If Nathaniel learned of this, Zachary knew he would be the one skinned alive. “It was my oversight,” he mumbled, frowning. “But it’s strange. If they kidnapped a child, isn’t it usually for ransom? Why haven’t they called for money?”

“Could it be an enemy of yours?” George pressed.

Farhan had more enemies than even Nathaniel. Zachary's expression darkened. If it was one of his enemies, Jonathan might already be dead.

Zachary pulled a visibly flustered Vivian aside. “Regardless, we should inform Nathaniel first.”

“Tell Nathaniel?” Vivian gasped.

“What else can we do? Our family’s search is taking too long. If the Rainsworth family joins in, we’ll find him, even if it’s just his body.”

Vivian's face paled. “This is all your fault! If you hadn’t been so careless, Jon wouldn’t have been taken. I regret it so much. I should’ve gone with you last night! It’s all because you didn’t let me!” She had wanted to accompany them, but Zachary had refused, wanting to avoid attracting attention.

“How was I supposed to know something like this would happen?” he muttered. He’d always been single-minded, never fearing to offend anyone. But now, fear gripped him.

As he dispatched people to investigate his old enemies, he nervously called Nathaniel. “What’s the matter?” Nathaniel asked.

“Nathaniel, I lost your son.”

Nathaniel and Cecilia had returned home. Hearing Zachary’s words, he was momentarily confused. Then, seeing Elliot, he understood. “You mean Jon?”

“Yes. Yesterday, I took him to the party, and while I went to the restroom, someone kidnapped him.”

Nathaniel’s expression hardened. The call Cecilia had received about a missing child—it wasn't about Elliot; it was about Jonathan. “I understand. Don’t tell Cecilia yet. I’ll send my men out immediately.”