Chapter 619: Chapter 619



Chris didn’t know what they had planned, but he felt something terrible was about to happen.

“What are you planning to do with my brother?”

Rafael faced him with a chilling gaze.

“I should be asking you what your plans were for Ryland. He’s just a child. You took him when he was only two.”

Chris’ guilt was palpable.

“I’ll ensure Ryland is returned safely. Can you let my brother go? The fault lies with me. I was the one who suggested Wade kidnap Ryland.”

Rafael’s response was icy.

“Keep your excuses for Wade when he arrives.”

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․com, your source for inspiration Back home, the man who had been tracking Adrian in a nondescript sedan dropped another letter into the mailbox. Less than thirty minutes passed before someone came to retrieve it, and Callan was quick to intercept the collector. Suddenly, a team of operatives dressed in black converged on the scene, causing bystanders to scatter.

Adrian approached the suspect, dressed in a postal uniform, and stared him down.

“I’ll only ask once—where is Wade Potter?” The man stuttered in fear, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Without hesitation, Callan delivered a blow to the man’s midsection. The team discreetly opened their umbrellas, shielding the altercation from public view.

Adrian pressed further, his tone icy.

“Think carefully about your next answer.”

Attempting a desperate bluff, the man reached behind him and drew a knife, aiming it at himself rather than his captors. Callan reacted, but Adrian was quicker, kicking the knife from the man’s grasp with precision.

“Take him away.”

Despite intensive questioning by Callan and Michael through the night, the man remained tight-lipped.

Fortunately, with Chris securely held by Rafael, they still held an advantage.

The interrogation room’s dank air was palpable, and when Joelle descended into the basement, Adrian instinctively covered her with his coat to protect her from the cold and damp.

“Why are you here? The air reeks of blood, and our wedding is tomorrow. You should rest,” Adrian cautioned, concern lacing his tone.

“I needed to come,” Joelle explained, her gaze fixed on the man before her.

This was her nearest approach to Ryland yet, a moment too crucial to miss.

“Where is Wade Potter?” she asked.

The man, with blood in his mouth, spat defiantly on the floor.

“Don’t waste your breath. I’ll never talk.”

“Then you’re choosing your fate.”

The man’s eyes widened with fear as Joelle lifted a knife. She poised the blade near his chest, but she hesitated, not striking. The man squeezed his eyes shut in terror.

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