Chapter 330Jack’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the screen, smirking as he saw the name “Sterling” flash up. This was it—the moment they’d been anticipating. Letting the phone ring a few times, he took a steadying breath before answering, masking his impatience.“Hello, Mr. Sterling,” he answered smoothly, the slightest edge of menace in his tone.Mr. Sterling’s voice, tense and almost frantic, shot through the line. “I’m here. At the bridge. I’ve got the money. Now bring my son—bring him here now, and take your cash.”Jack chuckled lightly, his voice steady, mocking. “Calm down, Mr. Sterling. We’ll get to that. Just…wait a little longer,” he said, then, without waiting for a response, he ended the call abruptly.Jack turned, slipping his phone back into his pocket. The dark warehouse around him felt cold and quiet, the shadows seeming to grow as he processed the next steps.The kidnappers had carefully orchestrated a test to ensure Mr. Sterling was truly alone, a

Chapter 332The morning light filtered in through a small, dust-covered window, casting a pale glow across the room. The air was cold, carrying the faint scent of damp concrete and wood. Shadows stretched and danced as a thin beam of sun fought its way through the grime on the glass, landing on Ben’s face, nudging him further out of sleep.Across from him, James and Gregor sat rigidly in wooden chairs, their expressions stern and unyielding as they watched him.With a rough shove, Gregor reached over and nudged Ben’s shoulder, snapping him awake. “Wake up. You’ve got a lot of talking to do.”Ben groaned, stretching as the last dregs of sleep faded. He blinked, his eyes opening and closing slowly, struggling to adjust to the morning light.At first, he felt a hazy confusion, but within moments, memory flooded back—the ambush, the blindfold, the handcuffs. The night had been endless, locked in this room after being brought here by the two men now watching him intently. After hours of res

Chapter 334Williams had arrived at Red Waters the previous night, worn from the journey and ready to crash. He’d found a small, unassuming hotel near the outskirts, checked in, and immediately hit the bed. Despite the rest, when he woke around noon, he still felt the weight of exhaustion clinging to him.Groggy and stretching, he reached over to his phone and noticed a string of missed calls from Mr. Sterling—calls that had come in through the night and into the early hours of the morning. He sighed, realizing the urgency Mr. Sterling must have felt. Sitting up, he took a deep breath, rubbed the lingering sleep from his eyes, and finally decided to return the call.The phone rang just twice before Sterling answered, his voice tense and sharp. “Williams, where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”Williams sat back, bracing himself. “I know, Mr. Sterling. I just got in late last night and crashed. Didn’t see the calls until now.”“Didn’t see the calls?” Mr.

Chapter 336Mr. Sterling was seated at his desk, reviewing some documents, when his phone rang. He answered, and a gruff voice on the other end identified itself as the police.“Mr. Sterling, we need you to come down to the station. It’s about Gwen.”The name alone made his heart skip. “What’s this about?” he demanded, trying to mask the sudden surge of panic in his voice.The officer replied calmly, “We found Gwen being held captive by your assistant, Morris Huggo, on a property registered to you. We’d like to know why she was there and under what circumstances.”Mr. Sterling’s face turned pale. He had tried so hard to keep everything under wraps, yet somehow, the police were ahead of him. He let out a shaky breath. “How did…how did you even find out about that?” He exhaled sharply, grasping for control. “Look, I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding. Can’t we…handle this quietly?”There was a short pause before the officer responded, more firmly this time. “We’ll expect you here soo

Chapter 338Williams was on his way to see Sasha’s men, his mind racing with what he would say to Sasha’s lieutenants. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—Mr. Sterling was calling.“All’s clear now,” Mr. Sterling’s voice came through, a smug satisfaction lacing his words. “I managed to clear my name with the police.”“Good,” Williams replied, nodding to himself. “And Gwen?”“Didn’t see her. Frankly, I couldn’t care less what that woman does next,” Mr. Sterling scoffed, his tone dismissive. “As for Morris Huggo, he’s still in police custody. They’re grilling him for having a firearm. I had a word with him in his cell, and honestly, I’m baffled at how slow he is—couldn’t even sense the police at the door.”Williams didn’t react to Mr. Sterling’s jab about Morris. Instead, he shifted the conversation back to the matter at hand. “Did you ask the police how far they are with their investigation, as I suggested?”A smug chuckle slipped from Mr. Sterling. “Oh, yes. Turns out