CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

RESCUED HEIR

In less than an hour, the mercenaries were in a meeting with Mr Cyrus at the Royale mansion.

During their discussion, the map was spread out on the table, showing a tangled web of streets and sparse buildings surrounding the area where Mr Cyrus had detected Ellis's aura. Mr Cyrus leaned over it, brow furrowed as he studied the potential locations.

"Based on the information I got, he had to be somewhere in this radius," he said, drawing a circle on the map with his finger. "But there are still too many possibilities to check them all thoroughly."

Obviously he couldn’t tell them that he had detected his son’s aura through meditation, so he just told them that an anonymous informant gave him the location with proof. The mercenaries gathered around, their expressions grim. They hoped that their master was sure of what he was saying — he sounded quite sure over the phone. This was a mission that required stealth and careful planning.

Wolfe, the leader of the mercenary team, jabbed his fin