Chapter 116
The Kingsley mansion was in utter chaos.
Alexander’s expression turned thunderous the moment he discovered Cassandra had vanished from the estate, slipping past surveillance without leaving a trace. His eyes burned with fury, his face a mask of barely restrained rage.
“Find her,” Alexander demanded, his voice like ice as he glared at Sebastian. “What do I pay this entire staff for if they can’t even keep track of one elderly woman?” His fingers clenched around the armrest of his wheelchair. “Fire every last one of them!”
Sebastian wiped the cold sweat from his brow, nodding hastily. “Right away, Mr. Kingsley.”
He had only just received the news himself—Cassandra was missing. The entire estate had erupted into panic. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Cassandra had been targeted before, used as leverage against the Kingsley family. But for the staff to be this careless again? They deserved far worse than just termination.
“Mr. Kingsley, please remain calm,” Sebastian said carefully. “The surveillance footage shows that Ms. Kingsley left on her own. There’s no evidence of a kidnapping. It appears she simply… walked out. We’ve already deployed teams to search the surrounding area—”
Sebastian’s phone buzzed with an update. His shoulders sagged in relief. “Mr. Kingsley, we’ve found her.”
“Where?” Alexander’s gaze sharpened.
“She’s… in her bed,” Sebastian stammered, struggling to process the report. His men had combed every inch of the estate, even the treacherous woods nearby, only for Cassandra to somehow reappear in her room, unharmed. It made no sense—like something out of a ghost story.
Just then, the estate director burst into the room, bowing deeply. His clothes were soaked with sweat, his hands trembling. “Mr. Kingsley, someone brought Mrs. Kingsley back. We’ve reviewed the footage.”
The man hesitated, his voice shaking. “It was a masked man—dressed in black. He avoided every camera, hiding his identity. The only thing we captured was a blurry image of his back.”
Alexander’s fury erupted. He hurled the glass in his hand against the wall, the shattering sound echoing like a gunshot. “You didn’t even realize she was missing, and now you can’t even tell me who brought her back? And yet, when I pour millions into this facility every year, suddenly you’re experts at everything?”
The director dropped to his knees, breathless with panic. “We’re deeply sorry, Mr. Kingsley! I swear we’ll investigate immediately!”
Alexander’s voice turned lethally quiet. “Run a full medical examination on my grandmother. Ensure every test is accurate. The moment she’s stable, we’re moving her to a secure location.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned his attention to the surveillance footage on his phone. The figure in black wore a silver mask that glinted in the dark, his movements fluid, almost ghostlike. There was something eerily familiar about the way he moved…
Alexander’s jaw tightened. “Find him,” he ordered, his tone unyielding. “I want every detail—where he came from, where he went, everything. And double my grandmother’s security. She is to be watched twenty-four hours a day.”
This man hadn’t kidnapped Cassandra, but his skill was terrifying. He had bypassed every layer of security as if it were nothing—and somehow, he had earned Cassandra’s trust enough to return her unharmed. None of it made sense. No one would take such a risk without a motive.
Alexander’s gaze darkened as he turned back to the director. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “If this happens again, you know exactly what will happen to you.”
The director, drenched in sweat, stammered, “Y-yes, Mr. Kingsley! It won’t happen again!”
Everyone knew what Alexander Kingsley was capable of. One word from him, and this entire estate—along with everyone in it—could vanish without a trace. Some might even find themselves at the bottom of the ocean, forgotten forever.
