"Did Santiago see the message?" Zorion asked Scarlette as he took the phone.
"Yes, he did," she said. "He told us not to worry." Zorion looked at Raeleigh. As he put Scarlette’s phone in his pocket, he took his phone and made a call. He then walked out of the mall. Scarlette grabbed Raeleigh by the arm and trailed after Zorion.
It was a one-minute phone conversation. In less than three minutes, they walked out of the mall. More than ten cars in black could be seen parking outside. Because of the special mark on the cars' windshield, they knew that those cars belonged to the Whalen family. The traffic police would refrain from interfering even if they caused a traffic congestion.
They were respectable members of the society. The police had always held them in high regard.
The police should not be the only entity tasked with ensuring that public security was upheld. At times, concerted effort from multiple parties was required.
Zorion walked towards one of those cars. He then turned around to look at Raeleigh and Scarlette.
Raeleigh got into the car right away. Scarlette followed suit.
As soon as Zorion got into the car, someone closed the door. The driver then drove off and headed towards the housing estate where Zorion had been locked up. The rest of the drivers tagged along.
Raeleigh was a little uneasy as she sat in the car. Not only did she worry about Deanna, she worried about Santiago too. After all, he was alone...
Scarlette was agitated too, since Hadrian was right in front of her.
In contrast, Zorion was as cool as a cucumber. It had been a smooth ride thus far. Raeleigh looked at Zorion with a frown.
Had she been going through a spate of bad luck? She seemed to be in distress whenever she met Zorion.
Zorion remained silent. Then, he glanced at Raeleigh and said wih a smile, "It’s gonna be alright."
Raeleigh pursed her lips as she looked out of the window. "Hopefully..."
Santiago arrived at the destination. He got out of the car and directed his gaze upwards as he closed the car's door.
Night fell. The immediate vicinity was enveloped in a yellow hue, so much so that it looked like a painting of a bygone era.
Santiago glanced around. At that moment, he saw Hadrian. "Hey, Santiago," Hadrian greeted.
"Where's the exact location?" Santiago asked. His expression was deadpan while his fierce gaze was piercing.
"That cottage, over there," Hadrian said. "I don't think it's a kidnapping though. They're just trying to teach Zorion a lesson. It seemed to me that they want to touch Deanna indecently."
Santiago looked at Hadrian and said, "Wait here."
Hadrian grabbed Santiago by the arm and said, "About seven or eight people are in there."
"All the more I need to get in there," Santiago said as he shoved Hadrian. "I'll come along then," Hadrian said as he trailed after him.
"Just stay here," Santiago instructed. "Keep a lookout for Flynt and see if he's here. Make sure he doesn't stir up the hornet's nest. Zorion will be here in a bit."
Then, Santiago headed straight for the cottage. A black car could be seen parking outside the cottage. He sneaked a peek at the car to ascertain that nobody was in the car. Then, he made his way to the cottage and opened the door gently. As soon as he heard Deanna screaming, he kicked down the door.
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