Timothy couldn''t help but frown at what he saw.


    "Kiran?"


    Sophie was taken aback. Who knew that simply changing Angelo''s clothes could make such a difference in his demeanor?


    "Clothes really do make the man," she thought as she stepped forward, extending her hand. "Mr. Angelo."


    Kiran gave Sophie a cool, disinterested look and didn''t bother to shake her hand. His voice was icy, his presence radiating an innate nobility. "Where''s my sister?"


    Sophie was impressed with Angelo''s acting skills. "She''s been taken by the new CEO of the Mintons. I knew you''d show up tonight, so let me take you to her."N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    Timothy, listening from a distance, furrowed his brows even more. ording to their intel, Kiran was supposed to be dead! How could he be in Devonport now? Was Angelo pulling another trick? After Sophie and Kiran left, Timothy hesitated for a moment but decided to follow them to find out what was really going on.


    In the car, Sophie patted Kiran''s shoulder, "Nice job."


    She handed him an earpiece and said, "When we get there, just follow my instructions. We have to get Sandy back today, no matter what."


    Kiran nced at Sophie, his face revealing nothing.


    Sophie''s car sped through downtown streets until they arrived outside the Regent Hotel. "I''ll wait here. She should still be inside."


    Kiran adjusted his cufflinks and stepped out of the car. Sophie reminded him through the earpiece, "Remember, show some authority. Don''t let them doubt who you are."


    Kiran approached the hotel


    entrance, pushed up his sses et e and tossed it into the


    and without a word, removed the


    the


    bushes.


    "Hello? Hello?!"


    Sophie got no response, just static.


    She immediately got out of the car.


    "Sorry, sir, but the hotel''s fully booked today," a security guard blocked Kiran.


    Without hesitation, Kiran took off his Rolex and threw it to the ground. "Take this watch and get your boss down here."


    The two guards exchanged looks.


    They had worked at the Regent Hotel long enough to recognize what that meant. Kiran''s Rolex wasn''t just a watch or money; it was a symbol of status! Not just in Devonport but internationally, only someone from the Pord family would wear such a Rolex...


    "We''ll inform him right away."


    Kiran''s brow furrowed slightly, and his presence was overpowering. "I said, get him down here."


    "Yes, sir."


    The guards scrambled upstairs, not daring to linger.


    With every step Kiran took into the hotel, the Mintons'' bodyguards retreated, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.


    Kiran? It was said he rarely left


    international waters, and the Pord


    family''s influence was well-known


    Caelum had given all his power to


    Kiran This kind of person could decide their fate with just a nce.