Chapter 915
Kenny’s face darkened as soon as he heard Elon’s words. “Elon, that little punk almost killed Michael. How can you even think about making him your lackey? You should be avenging Michael!”
Elon shrugged, completely unfazed. “Let’s be honest, Dad. You know what kind of person Michael is. He’s a spoiled brat who only gets away with things because of you and Sherilyn’s favoritism. If it weren’t for that, would he dare cause so much trouble outside? Honestly, I’m annoyed that I had to come all the way to this backwater town because of him. Once this is over, I’m going to give him a good talking-to.”
Kenny was speechless. His son-in-law was openly insulting his own family right in front of him. Normally, Kenny would have lost his temper, but Elon was the eldest son of the Golding family. So, Kenny had to tread carefully around him, never daring to act superior.
“Elon, are you sure about keeping Francesca in that location you mentioned? I’m a bit worried someone might try to rescue her,” Kenny said, changing the subject.
Elon waved his hand dismissively. “I don’t know Jayrodale well, but it doesn’t matter. The Golding family’s name alone is enough to scare anyone off. Wherever a Golding family member is, even if it’s just a random house or the middle of the street, it’s as secure as a fortress. Anyone who tries to interfere will be crushed to dust.”
He chuckled, his confidence unshakable. “And even if someone manages to rescue Francesca, it won’t change anything. Crushing Andrew will be as easy as snapping my fingers. He’ll probably tremble and beg for mercy when he hears my name.”
Elon burst into laughter, clearly enjoying himself. Kenny clenched his fists but forced himself to laugh along, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Kenny had always felt like the lesser sibling compared to Jameson. That was why the family leadership had gone to Jameson instead of him, the eldest son. But so what? Kenny had a daughter who married into the Golding family. Thanks to her, he now had the backing of one of the most powerful families in Blumedale. Once things were settled in Jayrodale, Kenny planned to return to Blumedale and take over as the head of the Rhodes family. His life was about to reach its peak.
Just then, Donald walked in with a team of officers. Kenny smirked when he saw him. “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Warren. Long time no see.”
Donald remained calm and composed. “Congratulations, Mr. Kenny. Moving to Blumedale has really elevated your family’s status. I must say, I’m quite envious.”
Kenny felt a surge of pride. “Oh, Mr. Warren, you flatter me. It’s nothing too grand, just a small step forward. If you ever come to Blumedale and need help with anything—say, a promotion or some trouble—just let me know. I might be able to pull some strings.”
Kenny was clearly showing off. As a Jayrodale native who climbed the social ladder thanks to his connection to the Golding family, he could not resist flaunting his newfound status.
Donald, however, was not fazed. He smiled and said, “Actually, I’m here to investigate the disappearance of Ms. Francesca Aicker, the granddaughter of Mr. Cedric Aicker. I’ve heard that she was taken by you, Mr. Rhodes, and Mr. Golding. Is that true?”
Kenny snorted. “That’s completely false. Just baseless rumors.”
Meanwhile, Elon looked down at Donald with a dismissive smirk. “You’re just a small-town police commissioner, and you think you can question me? Even if the mayor of Jayrodale showed up, I wouldn’t give him the time of day if I didn’t feel like it.”