Chapter 768: Chapter 768



“Not really,” Bobby responded, his voice strained. “She…”

Katherine missed what he said next.

Suddenly, Bobby recalled an unusual detail.

Two hours ago, the assistant who had picked up his call had a voice he recognized.

It clicked for him. “Selma Todd.”

“Who?”

Bobby couldn’t spare the time to explain. Ignoring the traffic rules, he executed a sharp U-turn and sped towards Jett’s place. Upon reaching, he forcefully burst through the front door and charged into the living room, brushing past those who tried to block his way.

With all the members of the Lee family around, he confronted Jett. “Was it you? Did you get Selma to hide Fannie?”

The confusion among the Lee family turned to shock at Bobby’s accusation.

At that moment, Jett seized Bobby by the collar. “What are you talking about? What happened to Fannie?”

Bobby’s thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, swirling uncontrollably in his mind.

In a sudden surge of adrenaline, he unleashed a torrent of force, driving Jett backward with relentless energy.

Jett’s heels caught against the edge of a wine cabinet, and he collided with it forcefully, sending shards of glass flying like raindrops in a storm.

The room erupted in the shrill, panicked cries of Dulce and Ivy, their voices slicing through the chaos.

Willie, who had always been wary of Bobby’s reputation among their circle, was stunned by the brazenness of causing such a spectacle in their own home. “Let go of my son, this instant!” His voice thundered across the room, heavy with authority.

Bobby locked his intense, unyielding gaze on Jett, his voice a low growl dripping with contempt. “Jett Lee, if you’re looking for trouble, you know where to find me. I’m appalled that you would sink so low as to kidnap Fannie.”

Beneath Jett’s outward calm, a storm seemed to brew, a testament to his shock at the accusations hurled his way.

Through clenched teeth, Bobby’s threat came out as a dangerous whisper. “Let me make this clear—if anything happens to Fannie, you’ll be the one to pay the price!”

Crying, Dulce rushed forward, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “Please, we don’t understand what you mean! What happened to Fannie?”

A shadow passed over Bobby’s features, his hope fading like a dying star.

The realization dawned on him—Jett’s demeanor was too calm, too serene for someone involved in such a crime.

Releasing his grip, Bobby’s shoulders slumped, defeat etched in his posture as he murmured, “Something terrible has happened to her.”

“How could you suggest such a thing?” Dulce faced Jett, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Jett is incapable of such cruelty!”

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