"This is the mayor's celebration party. We shouldn't be here," Pete said with a smile. "But, well, we have to do our job to keep people safe! There's a human trafficker here, and we must arrest her!"
"No, I'm not a human trafficker!" Bianca screamed, struggling. "I've never kidnapped any children. It's Dickinson! It's all Dickinson's doing! Let me go!"
However, her struggle proved futile as her voice faded away while being taken out of the hotel.
Drake's knees weakened as he witnessed this.
The Hamerton bodyguards were seizing him at that moment. He feared he would meet the same fate as Bianca.
His mind went blank, and he knelt on the ground, desperately pleading.
"Let me go, please! I didn't know she was like this. She gave me money, so I did what she asked. I had no idea what she was planning!"
"Tell that to the police station later!" Pete signaled to his men to take him away.
But Drake spotted Alexander in the corner.
Although Alexander was young, his eyes were fierce and cold. He gazed at Drake like they were not father and son but enemies.
But that boy was his only blood relative in the world.
Drake panicked, anger welling up. Alexander seemed to enjoy his arrest, which tore at Drake's heart. He was his father—what son would dare to look at his father that way?
Sure, they had their clashes, but which son would hold a grudge?
Drake's self-esteem crumbled.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his empty mind—even if he had to die, he would take someone with him!
And his own blood would be the perfect scapegoat!
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