Chapter 265 - A Father's Intuition

Quiet. Danny was too quiet. They were in a hotel room and Wilmer was told to work from it as if he was going on an overseas business trip. That was what the Interpol told Danny to tell his employees anyway.

They were meant to take it easy now that everything was in place. Orita was safe, the girls were being watched closely and they would nab the mafia boss and his entire operation during the press release next week.

So why was Danny so distracted? Everything should be preparing smoothly, right? Also, the man had been acting strangely since earlier. He didn't allow Wilmer to check his phone or touch his laptop even if there were work-related matters. From morning till now, Danny had been dragging him around for breakfast, a massage, an eighteen-hole golf course activity that was dragged on for hours and finally to lunch.

Something was going on. Something related to his girls was going on, Wilmer knew that feeling too well.

He placed down his fork and knife before letting Danny know that he was going to the gents for a while, secretly pocketing his phone. Danny was too distracted to notice that small action and nodded without suspecting anything. Wilmer made his escape as naturally as he possibly could. Internally, he was anxious and his organs were bunched up in a twisted mess. He had an extremely terrible feeling about it.

Locking himself in the handicap stall, Wilmer quickly retrieved his phone and checked the messages. There weren't many messages but the one he received immediately made his blood boil.

The pictures were clearly fake. He might not have seen his girls in years but he knew at once those images weren't his daughters' bodies. Scarlet didn't have a full bosom, she was flat. Alex didn't have tanned skin, she was fair like her mother no matter how much tanning she does. Alex also has freckles that are very light on her shoulders and back ever since she was very young. This wasn't her but it didn't change the fact that someone was trying to sully both his daughters' reputation.

The words 's.l.u.t' and 'whore' with their names made Wilmer ready for murder. There was no mistaking it, this was Anastasia's work. The man had gone too far this time and Wilmer finally understood why Danny refused to let him come into contact with anything relating to the internet. The advisor was right but Wilmer didn't care. As the father of his girls, he had the right to know.

Storming out of the gents, he had no plans in his head. Anger rushed to his brain and all Wilmer could think of was to grab his heaviest golf club and storm to EZ Express' headquarters. If he couldn't get to Lucian, he would get to his bastard of a son for revenge.

The moment he saw Wilmer coming out of the gents, Danny knew that something went terribly wrong. He didn't even try to talk to Wilmer who glared daggers at him. Instead, the advisor called for backup with his hidden microphone. The six guards pretending to be hotel staff and other customers stood up and surrounded Wilmer who glared at them and tried to run.

Danny anticipated this, he just hoped that he could keep this from Wilmer for at least a day until they found where Julian was hiding. At the same time, he was waiting for a message from the Interpol. The last update told him that Sentient and Cyborg were collaborating on a two-man mission to recover the hostages and subdue the prime suspect Leah who should be with them. Danny still hasn't heard anything from Elfie who was coordinating movements of the three teams so he was equally anxious. However, Wilmer's recklessness wasn't going to make anything easier for them. As it is, the Interpol were already shorthanded.

"Wilmer, listen to me..." Danny tried to reason with the CEO struggling wildly as two trained bodyguards restrained him.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill that f.u.c.ker!" he roared, his voice hoarse and eyes red from unshed tears of anger.

"Don't stop me! I'm going to KILL HIM!!!"

Danny shook his head with a frown and gave the guards a sign. Thankfully, he prepared strong tranquilizers for a situation like this. The guard injected something into Wilmer's arm and within seconds, the man became limp.

"What do we do now, sir?" the guard asked. Danny looked at the men sent by the Interpol and tried to pick out someone of similar size and looks to the CEO.

"You," he singled out a blond man in his early thirties. "Swap clothing with him and continue roaming around the resort. Two of you follow me, the rest of you continue as planned. We're going to try baiting the rest. They cannot get to Orita, they got the girls but Wilmer isn't picking up the phone and is currently off-grid. Julian must be panicking by now. Keep it up. He is going to send men over personally."

The Interpol guards nodded and informed the HQ of the change in plans. The sniper on the roof changed locations, some spies changed their uniforms to suit the new plan. Danny watched all of that unfold and told two of the guards to carry Wilmer to the car. They were going to hide in the safest place in the resort and he needed the CEO to be asleep throughout.

"Bring him to the games room and get the teen actors to make a ruckus. Don't forget to watch the door and give him another dosage an hour before the current one wears out."

The guards bowed and drove the car away, ready to stage a new cover for the trap. Danny was nervous. Although the entire resort was filled with the Interpol's spies and none of the guests were real customers, he still couldn't help but worry. They had linked up a new command centre in one of the staff break rooms in case the mafia boss targeted the security room first but he still had an uneasy feeling. Leah's kidnapping was too well-planned. Anastasia must be helping that girl and nobody knew if both girls were still unharmed. 

The mafia lord was ruthless, he could kill one girl at any moment's notice just to send a warning if things weren't going his way. Danny didn't know who he was going to kill but he prayed to all the Gods he didn't normally believe in that neither of them would be harmed. This family deserved their happiness.