Elvis''s clear eyes widened, and his heartbeat grew heavy andbored.


    He understood, of course.


    While theyunched their own offensive, they needed someone on the inside to coordinate with them for a guaranteed victory. Elsie was imprisoned, and they had no idea what kind of torture she was enduring. If Hans was truly beginning to disapprove of Chad and Alexia''s actions, he might be able to help Elsie secretly.


    But it was a risk.


    It meant that, for now, they were betting everything on Hans''s character.


    "Chad doesn''t control people for no reason. Once someone is in his grasp, he will use them to their fullest potential." A heavy weight settled on Thaddeus''s chest. "Only by figuring out what he''s nning can we have any hope of finding Elsie!"


    The press conference was scheduled for Saturday at 5:00 PM in the main conference hall of the Abernathy Group hotel.


    At 3:00 PM, in the CEO''s office of the Abernathy Group, Chad sat stiffly on the sofa, his expression cold. Alexia stood beside him, her hands trembling as she changed the dressing on his left ear. It had only been two days since he''d been shot. The piece of flesh had been stitched back on, but the wound was a hideous, caterpir- like scar. Unless he wore a shoulder-length wig, it was impossible to hide.


    The man who once appeared gentle and refined now seemed to have a dark cloud hanging over him, radiating a chilling aura that made one''s blood run cold.


    "I-I''m sorry, Sir... I did my best." Alexia''s hands wouldn''t stop shaking. She wasn''t a special effects makeup artist. The wound had still been bleeding and oozing pus that morning. What more could she do?


    Elvis was a man of his word, and a ruthless one at that. She had sent her men to search for him in Elmsworth for three days, even staking out the Ashbourne estate for a chance at revenge, but he had vanished without a trace.


    Chad''s pale lips twitched, his voiceced with impatience. "Useless. Get out of my sight."


    Alexia took two steps back, trembling.


    She could feel Sir''s patience with her wearing thin. The violent, despicable side of him was slowly emerging from the dark depths.


    Theet


    ahead would be like walking on thin ice. What if, one day, he was in a bad mood and forced her to take the same drug Hans was on? She didn''t want to be an addict.


    Just then, her phone rang. Snapping out of her thoughts, she quickly answered. After listening to the report, she ended the call, her face etched with worry. "St, Baron is being protected by men from the Fairhaven group. Our people tried to ambush them once but failed. We''ve been looking for another opportunity these past two days, but they''re on high alert now, so we haven''t been sessful."


    Chad closed his eyes, his profile sharp and cold.


    "Sir, we can just seal off the venue and post heavy guards to keep Baron out."


    Initially, Chad hadn''t been


    particrly interested in killing Mr. Zade. It felt like using a cannon to shoot a mosquito-beneath him. But now, as the new man in charge, he needed to establish his reputation, and authority. Since Thaddeus and Jareth were working so hard to protect this mutt, he would kill him right in front of them, just to watch


    their efforts turn to dust.


    “Thaddeus and Jareth will definitely escort Baron to the press conference. Tell Hans


    to take some men and intercept them."


    Alexia replied, "Yes, Sir!"


    "And add one more thing." Chad slowly opened his eyes, a storm of fury brewing in his pupils. "If he fails this mission, tell him not to bothering back to see me."