Chapter 472: Chapter 475: Winston Intercepts (2)

For the first time, the kidnapper’s leader felt a sense of fear approaching.

“Big brother, please spare me! We’re all just doing this for the money. We’re all brothers in this line of work. I promise, once we get the money, I’ll share it with you. Please, please let me go!”

Realizing that the foreign man wasn’t from the Lucas family, the kidnapper’s leader tried to tempt him with money.

“Money…How much can you offer to make me do this?”

“I can, of course… ”

Before he could finish, the kidnapper’s leader fell to the ground with a thud.

Until his death, he would never know which words had offended the foreign man before him.

Winston, wearing sunglasses, pulled a cloth from his bag and silently wiped his hands.

He hated it when people talked to him about money.

The tall Winston kicked the obstacle kidnapper aside and stepped into the back seat.

“Two women?” He frowned at the unconscious women lying in the back seat.

An annoyed expression flashed through his cold eyes.

He really hated women.

If it wasn’t for the Duke’s personal orders, he wouldn’t even want to touch a woman.

Let alone, there were two of them here.

Winston walked over and saw Lily Gray and Joan Wellington’s faces clearly.

“Shit!” Angrily, he swore then took out another cell phone from his bag.

To avoid leaving traces, he would use a new cell phone every time he carried out a task.

Fortunately, this time he had the foresight to keep the target’s photo on the cell phone in advance.

Winston looked at the photo for a long time to compare.

He had a congenital face blindness that almost affected his career as a hitman.

After staring for a while, he finally confirmed that the woman in the white gauze skirt was tonight’s target.

Lily Gray, the woman who had captured the young master’s heart, was her.

Easily, Winston held the petite Lily Gray in his arms.

Carrying Lily Gray, he walked straight out of the back seat.

Just when he was about to step out, he suddenly stopped.

The man turned around.

His cold gaze, from behind his sunglasses, landed on the still unconscious Joan Wellington.

“Shit!” He swore again.

*

Meanwhile, Ethan Wilson finally received a message from the police.

A passerby had reported to the police about a suspicious vehicle with kidnappers and hostages on a remote road.

“Mr. Lucas, the news has not been confirmed yet. The police said they would send someone immediately…We have also sent someone to follow, and there should be a response soon.” Samuel Mckinley relayed the police’s message to Ethan Wilson.

“No, I’ll go there myself.”

He stood up, unwilling to wait for a moment.

At this time, Sebastian Lucas VII came in from outside, “Mr. Lucas, our people have found something! The black Jeep has been found, and there are tire marks from another truck beside it. Judging by the tire marks, the truck should have gone back to downtown A City. Our people have followed it, but…”

“But what?” Ethan Wilson asked sharply.

Sebastian felt a pain in his heart, but still told the truth, “But there are bloodstains and dragging marks on the tire marks…I’m afraid that…”

He was afraid that the Young Lady had impulsively jumped from the car and left the marks.

Ethan Wilson’s body swayed upon hearing the news.

The towering man nearly collapsed.

“Mr. Lucas…” Samuel Mckinley immediately supported him.

“Mr. Lucas, don’t worry. The Young Lady has Fortune’s favor and the young master has divine protection. Nothing will happen to them!”

Though Samuel Mckinley comforted Ethan Wilson, deep down, he felt even more uncertain than Ethan Wilson himself.