CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN

“What do you mean kidnapped?” Andrew barked, his teeth gritting.

He left her right there for protection. How was it possible to get kidnapped?

“She went out for a walk and never came back. We've been searching for her.” Tristan explained he could tell Andrew wasn't having any of it.

“And then?” He hissed.

“We got a note yesterday, saying if you want to see your wife, you have to bring the cash.”

Andrew fumed at his statement, his hand clenched in a fist.

Would his father go this far? Or was it someone else?

“Did it say who it's from?”

“Lorenzo.”

He paled. His blood ran cold at what he would have done to Amelia. Then he felt immersed in Anger.

He wasn't going to win this time.

Without allowing Tristan to continue, he ended the call, picked up the documents from the table, and headed toward the door.

He wasn't losing her for the second time.

Getting closer to the exit, he saw Sebastian by the door, a duffel bag in his hand.

“I'm going with you.” He said, h