Chapter 911

A slightly overweight man in a gray suit walked slowly toward Francesca. With a polite demeanor, he introduced himself, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Elon Golding, the eldest son of the Golding family from Blumedale."

He paused, then added, "Ms. Aicker, if you don't mind, please come with us."

Francesca did not panic. She responded coldly, "Mr. Golding, as far as I know, the Aickers have no issues with you or your family."

Elon shook his head, his tone dripping with arrogance. "The Aickers are nothing but a minor family, hardly worth the Golding family's attention. But that boy, Andrew-I'm going to make him get down on his knees before me, begging me for mercy as I crush him like the insect that he is."

He smirked, his voice growing darker. "And you, Ms. Aicker, as one of Andrew's beloved, will be the perfect tool to break him. Once I have you, I can make that little bastard suffer however I please."

His wide grin stretched unnaturally as he spoke, almost as if his mouth had split open. Francesca shivered. For a moment, his face looked monstrous-twisted, bloodthirsty, like a beast ready to devour its prey.

The Golding family of Blumedale was no ordinary foe.

was a silent plea. 'Andrew,

...

mountain road in his G-Wagon, heading straight for

later, he burst into the West End headquarters and immediately asked,

Natasha

his voice serious. "At dawn, my people spotted members of the Golding family and Kenny

But after entering the city, Kenny didn't go to the

Instead, he went somewhere else

Andrew frowned. "Where?"

with them, and we lost track halfway. We're not even sure which high- ranking member of the

there was no humor in it. "Interesting. They know Michael is in my hands, and his life hangs by

trusted allies and asked,

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