Kidnapped

An hour or so had already elapsed into noon, and the first son of the Williams family was expected to be getting dressed or something. But Robert wasn't even in W Estate anymore.

The tires of his dark Rolls-Royce halted at the penthouse of his younger brother, Lloyd.

Some strands of his partially gray hair dangled across the peculiarly charming face of a man his age.

His expensive leather shoes advanced closer to the massive house, and with just a simple knock, a maid shortly answered the door.

“Ma-Master Robert, greetings!” She bowed respectfully, and he stepped in without uttering a word.

He gazed around, and the emptiness of the living room but slight noises emanating from the stairs spelled a lot.

“That fucker.” Robert gritted before rushing towards the staircase and then ascending it.

The unholy sounds became louder with each step taken toward the last door in the hallway.

It was slightly opened, and thoughtlessly, Robert kicked it.

As the door widened, the two figures fu