"Yes," replied the blonde man.Blair narrowed his eyes. It was evident that James had no intention of letting Tracey and Spike go.Blair's phone rang at this moment.James held Blair's phone, hung up the call, and glared at him. "Blair, both you and your son won't escape today! I want you to pay for Jocelyn and my daughter!"James's assistant tried to call their men in the warehouse, but no one answered."Master Stephen, we can't reach them," the assistant said."What do you mean by 'we can't reach them'?" James pushed the assistant away in frustration. “Useless bunch.”At this moment, one of their men rushed over in a hurry. "Master Stephen, we're surrounded!"James was taken aback and looked at Blair. "Blair, did you really think I would let you off so easily? Seems like you don’t really want to save Tracey and your son."Blair stood up, his gaze icy. "I'm the kind of person who hates it the most when others threaten me."James nodded at him and said sinisterly, "Blair, you
The cufflink on Blair's shirt was a listening device. Monalisa had listened to his conversation with James loud and clear."I've always known that you can't forget your deceased wife. I've never forced you to forget her. We've been married for over twenty years, and I thought you would see my worth one day. But you've never shown me any affection or concern, not even when I was kidnapped."Monalisa’s face twisted with resentment, and she looked at the man she had loved for over twenty years. Her disappointment was evident. "In your eyes, I was nothing more than a pawn for revenge. You married me reluctantly, only because of my status and position."James, remaining calm, his eyes devoid of panic, asked, "So, you betrayed me because of this?"Monalisa replied, full of disappointment, "I never betrayed you. It was you who betrayed me first..."Blair had indeed kidnapped her, but he had not harmed her. Instead, he had discussed business with her.She did not want to agree, but Blair
On the other side, James was worried that Monalisa might have a tracking device on her. After driving for a while and making sure no one was following them, he knocked her unconscious and left her by the roadside. He did not love her, but he felt slightly grateful toward her. After all, if she had not saved him back then, he might have died long ago.When the dawn broke, James and his group finally arrived at a small town south of Richworth. A helicopter was waiting for them in the distance. James got out of the car, his gaze heavy as he looked back the way they had come. "Blair, the next time we meet, either you die, or I perish!""Master Stephen, let's go."James and his assistant walked toward the helicopter, and Arthur stood next to it, waiting for them. Seeing Arthur, James' assistant asked, "Shiro, what about the men in the warehouse? Why can't I reach them?""They…" A wicked smile curled up at the corner of Arthur's mouth. "They're all dead.""What did you say—?" Before
As Blair watched James about to pull the bomb's safety pin, he said, "Your daughter is not dead."James froze momentarily and then heard Blair continue, "Last night, everything I told you on the cruise ship was true. Tracey is your biological daughter."Arthur, who was nearby, was also taken aback, looking at Blair in astonishment. “Tracey, the daughter of James?”James widened his eyes, unsure if he was trembling with excitement or anger, shaking uncontrollably. "Blair, what you said, is it true?"Blair stared at James coldly, his eyes devoid of warmth. "If you surrender now, I can let you see her."James hesitated for a moment, still holding the bomb's safety pin.Blair remained composed, his tone calm. "Of course, you can also detonate the bomb right now and end it all."James' eyes showed signs of inner conflict and turmoil. He suddenly released the bomb's safety pin and commanded his men, "Drop your weapons!"His men exchanged puzzled glances but eventually complied, putti
Spike came running in with his little legs. "Aunt Tracey, you're awake."Tracey quickly grabbed Spike's hand. "Spike, are you okay?"Spike nodded his head. "Aunt Tracey, I'm fine." He turned around in front of Tracey. "See, I'm perfectly fine.""It's good that you're okay," Tracey said, hugging Spike with a lingering fear."We were kidnapped, right?" She remembered that Arthur had aimed his gun at them and fired, and then she had fallen unconscious."It should be that Uncle Blair arrived in time to rescue us." Spike said, pointing to the bodyguards outside the door, "The bodyguards outside are all his men."Tracey murmured, "I knew it, my brother would come for us."She looked out the window and asked the nurse, “Are we in Richworth?"The nurse replied, "This is Arkhill, nearly a hundred kilometers away from the main city of Richworth."Tracey nodded. She had seen the road signs when she was kidnapped by Arthur, and it was indeed Arkhill. She thought that after her brother sav
Tracey watched Arthur following Blair, and a glimmer of hope sprouted in her heart for a moment. Perhaps everything was a ruse, and he was not an undercover agent after all. Maybe Arthur and her brother had planned this together, deliberately letting themselves be kidnapped by Stephen to gain his trust.Arthur kept his eyes on Tracey. She did not look well. Her forehead was bandaged, and she had a red and teary-eyed appearance, clearly cried recently. As Arthur thought about how he caused her injuries, he felt a deep sense of guilt."Tracey." Blair walked up to Tracey and gently touched her forehead. "How's the head injury?""The doctor said it's just a flesh wound, nothing serious," Tracey replied, her gaze again shifting to Arthur. "Brother, what's going on here?""James has been captured.""James?" Tracey was momentarily taken aback. She was not unfamiliar with the name. He was the youngest brother of Luke, often referred to as Uncle James. However, she was not yet born when
"Brother, I'd like to talk to Arthur alone."Blair furrowed his brows slightly and gave Arthur a cold, piercing look. He stood up and spoke icily to Arthur, "If Tracey doesn't forgive you, you shall never appear in Richworth again!"Blair asked where Aunt Laura and Spike were and went upstairs after learning that Spike was napping.Aunt Laura looked at Arthur and then at Tracey, gesturing for the servants to leave. Soon, the living room was empty, with only Tracey and Arthur.Arthur looked at Tracey while tears streaming down her face, and his heart ached. "Tracey, I'm sorry—"Tracey interrupted him. "Arthur, let me ask you. If my brother hadn't discovered your identity, would you have listened to James and kidnapped me, even killed me?""No!" Arthur answered without the slightest hesitation. He walked up to Tracey and had a solemn expression in his eyes. "Tracey, even if Master Blair hadn't found out about my identity, I would never do anything to hurt you."Tracey, tears strea
Blair was taken aback, not expecting Spike to ask such a question suddenly. Did he know?Spike looked at Blair seriously and asked, "The bad guys who kidnapped Aunt Tracey and I said I'm your real son."He did not know whether to believe what he heard, so Spike decided to ask Blair directly.Blair stared at Spike's innocent face for a moment, then replied with a question of his own, "Spike, do you want me to be your biological father?"Spike pursed his lips and showed a conflicted emotion on his face. "The Devil said that my biological father hurt Mommy, so I hate him. I only want Mommy."Hearing Spike's words, Blair's heart sank, and his expression became complex. His face turned pale.Spike hated him.However, in the next moment, Spike's tone changed, and he continued, "But I like Uncle Blair, and now Mommy likes Uncle Blair. If you're my biological father, I'll be delighted."One sentence instantly redeemed Blair. "Spike." Blair hugged Spike tightly, his eyes becoming tear