Chapter 1813

20 years had dulled Juan's memory of Stanley, a small potato.

"He's at school," Debra said. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn Find_Novel(.)net

Juan felt a shiver down his spine. Solomon caught the vibe, bolted from his seat, and tore out of the room.

Juan was right behind him.

The students swapped looks, unsure what was going on.

At the school gate, a guard waved at Stanley. "Leaving early today, Mr. Copeland?"

"I've got family stuff to handle," Stanley replied, driving off.

In the backseat, Lillian was out cold from the ether.

Stanley was determined to make her pay for what her parents had done to him.

Juan and Solomon hit the empty office, realizing Stanley had nabbed Lillian.

Juan made a call, locking down the school. Sirens screamed outside as police cars rolled in.

The students at the windows gawked, thinking it was a show.

"Where is Farrah?" a girl asked.

Nobody had seen her, but they just brushed it off. All their attention was on the armored trucks outside.

Stanley pulled into a rundown neighborhood in the city center. The place was dusty and cluttered.

Clothes were piled on chairs, and a framed photo of Stanley and Rosalie sat on the table. In the photo, they both looked clean and decent, a far cry from this hole.

"Mom, I got Debra's kid," he murmured. "I'll trade her for a fat stack, then use the dark web to pump out more powder. I'll be a savior. Debra owes me this, and I'll take back everything that is rightfully mine."

His eyes gleamed with greed. He didn't notice Lillian stirring on the couch.

On the TV, news of Juan posting a missing person alert with a huge reward broke out. The internet blew up as people guessed who had the guts to kidnap Debra and Marion's daughter.

Stanley's mugshot flashed next. He hadn't expected Juan to ID him so fast, but he wasn't sweating it.

As long as Lillian was in his hands, they wouldn't dare move.

"Mr. Copeland, why'd you grab me?"

Lillian's voice rang out, interrupting his thoughts.