His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 522

Archer took a deep breath, struggling to calm his surging emotions before reaching out with one arm to pull his daughter into his embrace. "Don't worry, Mommy will be back very soon."

"Zachary, mobilize all our hidden operatives in Chicago. Be ready to extract her at a moment's notice!"

Since he couldn't take her away openly, he would risk everything and kidnap her back!

Just as he spoke, the highly encrypted satellite phone in Zachary's pocket suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, froze for a second, and hurriedly answered, putting it on speaker.

"Mr. Vanderbilt!"

It was Soren.

His voice was laced with unconcealed excitement. "We searched a private sanatorium on the Bangkok border for half a month, and we finally found the person you're looking for!"

Zachary hung up the encrypted phone, his palms slick with sweat, his voice trembling. "Boss, Soren has confirmed it. It is the real Gemma Harrington!"

Archer held Cindy close, his spine perfectly straight.

He turned around. His dark gray custom suit didn't have a single crease, and the Sandalwood Prayer Beads on his wrist gleamed with a dark luster beneath the overhead lights.

"I heard." He passed Cindy to Kian, then immediately grabbed his black cashmere coat draped over the sofa and strode toward the door. "Get the car ready. We are going to the Harrington estate."

A cold, damp drizzle began to fall into the Chicago winter night.

Three black SUVs escorted a Maybach, tearing through the streets without slowing down, before slamming the brakes directly in front of the wrought-iron gates at the outermost perimeter of the Harrington estate.

Alarms instantly blared across the estate.

Over twenty heavily armed bodyguards swarmed out from every corner of the property, their dark muzzles aimed uniformly at the Maybach in the center.

The doors of the main mansion were pushed open.

Dominic strode out wearing a navy blue patterned loungewear set, layered with an ankle-length cashmere coat, his feet in leather slippers.

Dominic didn't even bat an eye, opening his mouth to issue the kill order.

But the moment the tablet screen lit up, the unspoken command caught violently in his throat.

He abruptly lowered his gaze, his eyes locking onto the video on the screen. His mind went entirely blank for a fraction of a second before a sudden, overwhelming wave of shock completely shattered his composure.

The video footage was crystal clear and vibrant, displaying a bustling, noisy pedestrian street.

Standing in the most eye-catching spot amidst the crowd was a figure so familiar it was carved into his very bones.

The woman wore a stunningly bright red dress that complimented her radiant complexion. The hem of her skirt swayed gently with every step she took, exuding a bold, passionate energy.

Her makeup was flawless, her expression relaxed, and she was turning slightly to listen to a friend beside her.

As if hearing something amusing, the corners of her lips curled up high into a brilliantly radiant smile. It carried a reckless, vibrant freedom—identical in every way to the Gemma Harrington in his memories.