Chapter 87

"Then let's not delay any further; lead the way," Frederick said urgently, his anxiety evident.

Shortly after, he and Gavin arrived at the renowned Atlantis Club in the city center. The club was a fusion of global cultures, adorned with artistic decor, and frequented by a stylish crowd.

An entourage of dozens accompanied Gavin, and he announced his name at the entrance.

A server quickly guided them to the largest VIP room, which was filled with muscular men with guns at their waists and their bodies decorated with tattoos.

Inside, they found Charlie, and next to him was Sylvia, tightly bound and visibly beaten. Her mouth was bleeding from several slaps.

Upon seeing her son, Sylvia gasped in horror. "Fred, I told you not to come! Why won't you listen?"

"Haha, you brought backup, have you?” Charlie sneered. “You clearly don’t care about your mother's life anymore." He flaunted his control, picked up a fruit knife, and waved it threateningly near Sylvia's face.

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