GoodNovelChapter 917 Kenny, frantic, rushed forward to tear open the black duffel bag. However, Elon stopped him with a sharp command. "Wait! Be careful-it could be a trap!" Kenny froze, confused. "A trap? What do you mean?" Elon glared at Andrew, his voice dripping with disdain. "This little punk is clever, I'l give him that. He might fool others but is not smart enough to trick me." He snapped his fingers, and two burly bodyguards in black suits stepped forward. They began stomping on the duffel bag with brutal force.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt the stime, Elon pulled Kenny back, keeping a safe distance. "Better safe than sorry, Dad. Andrew's backed into a corner now. He's desperate and might do something crazy.
"He probably told you Michael's in there, but it's more likely filled with chemicals, poison, or even a snake. Open it, and you could end up dead before you know what hit you." Elon's confident explanation left Kenny stunned. "Elon, you're always one step ahead. Damn, I almost fell for that little bastard's trap!" The bodyguards continued to stomp on the duffel bag, as if trying to crush any hidden danger into dust. However, as they kept going, muffled groans and pained cries started coming from inside the bag. It sounded like someone was gagged, unable to scream properly.
Kenny's eyes widened. "Wait! Elon, there's someone in there. It's not a trap!" Elon, looking embarrassed, signaled the bodyguards to stop. His flawless analysis had just been proven completely wrong-Michael was indeed inside the bag. Andrew gave Elon and Kenny a strange look, unable to hold back a sarcastic remark. "Do you two have a screw or two loose?" Elon's face darkened. "What are you talking about?" Andrew shrugged. "You just spent the last few minutes beating up your own guy, almost killing him in the process. If that's not brain-dead behavior, I don't know what is. So, yeah, maybe you guys should really get your head checked one of these days." Before Elon or Kenny could react, Andrew stepped forward and opened the duffel bag. Michael crawled out, bruised and battered with a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth. Tears streamed down his face as he glared at Kenny, clearly resentful.
Kenny's voice trembled. "Michael, are you okay?" Andrew could not help but laugh. He pulled the sock out of Michael's mouth and said, "Your dad's asking if you're okay, Michael." Michael, still tied up, screamed, "Dad! Elon! Were you trying to kill me? Why would you do this to me? Are you here to saveor finishoff?" His expression was filled with so much bitterness that it was almost comical.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKenny's face turned red with embarrassment. "Of course, we're here to save you. Just hold on. We'll get you out of this. Andrew, release Michael right now!" Andrew smirked. "You think I'll just let him go because you said so? Kenny, remember my terms. Give up your claim to the Rhodes family leadership, and I'll let Michael go." Kenny clenched his teeth. "You little brat, do you really think I'd agree to that? I've got everything over Jameson now. Why wouldn't I take the family leadership?" Andrew's tone was calm but firm. "If you won't cooperate, then I guess your precious son will just rot here in Jayrodale." Kenny exploded in rage. "You wouldn't dare!"
Elon, meanwhile, straightened his white suit and stepped forward,m looking down at Andrew with a cold smile. "Let him go, and I'll give one chance. Get down on your o
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