Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE

RICHARD’S POV

We arrived at the building, and it looked dead—no lights, no signs of life, just an old, worn-down structure. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t have time to feel fear. Not when Amelia was in there. Somewhere.

The police moved quietly, guns raised, signaling me to stay back. But there was no way in hell I was sitting this one out.

As we entered the place, it smelled of damp wood and dust. My stomach churned, my instincts screaming that something was wrong. But then, just as I was about to dismiss the silence as a bad sign, I heard it—a voice. One I recognized.

I froze. Was that…?

“Goddamn it!” The voice was angry, echoing through the hollow space. “The bastard’s smarter than I thought. Papers! Can you believe this shit?”

He was yelling into the phone, furious about something. The guy kept going on and on, cursing me for filling the bag with papers instead of the ransom money.

I crouched behind a half-broken wall, trying to get a better listen, my breath sha