"What do you mean?" Foreman asked.


    Joshua looked at Foreman with a half-smile. "What I''m saying is, these guys


    might not actually be from the Gibson family. They could be faking it, trying to y us against the real Gibsons. Or maybe they''re just creating a smokescreen to throw us off track."


    A chill ran down Foreman''s spine.


    Joshua''s deductions were frighteningly urate. He had to get rid of this man, or he would be a constant threat.


    Foreman quicklyposed himself. "That''s just your spection," he sneered. "The most important thing right now is to rescue Keen. And here you are, wasting time with wild theories. Your motives are crystal clear."


    "Mr. O''Brien has already sent his people after them, hasn''t he?" Joshua replied, unfazed. "Knowing his thoroughness, I''m sure he has a n. All we can do now is wait for Keen''s safe return."


    He then nced at Foreman''s injuries. "Mr. Richards, you''re seriously hurt. You should go to the hospital. Star and Mr. O''Brien can handle things here. You don''t need to waste your time waiting around."


    Ste turned to look at Foreman. Though her face was pale, she was remarkably calm. She had been so focused on Keen that she hadn''t noticed the extent of


    Foreman''s injuries.


    "Foreman, go get treated," she said. "We''ll take it from here."


    Foreman feigned guilt. "It''s my fault Keen was taken. I should wait until he''s safe before I go to the hospital."


    "Don''t me yourself," Ste said, her eyes on his bleeding arm. "If they were nning this, they would have


    g?tten him no matter who he k


    with. Go get treated. We''ll call you as


    soon as we have news."


    "Foreman, get your wounds treated," Haynes added. "If we don''t get Keen back, I might need your help."


    With both of them insisting, Foreman knew it would look


    suspicious if he refused. So he said, "Alright, I''lle find you after I''m patched up."


    He knew staying was a bad idea anyway. He needed to call his men and warn them to avoid Haynes''s people.


    As soon as he got in his car, before he could make the call, his phone rang. It was his assistant. A sense of dread washed over him Had Haynes already rescued Keen


    "Mr. Richards, it''s terrible!" his assistant''s panicked voice came through the phone


    as soon as he answered. "Master Keen... he''s been taken!"


    Foreman''s grip on the phone tightened. "I know," he said calmly.


    Hisposure only made his assistant more frantic. "Mr. Richards, do you know who took him? It was... it was..."<fnbe97> Updates are released by find~novel</fnbe97>