The crowd surged in, filling the Royal Suite of the Jayrodale Grand Hotel with an overwhelming presence. The hotel manager, his face pale, rushed forward and barked, "Dylan, Natasha, what the hell are you doing with all these people? Get out! The Royal Suite is booked for an important guest today. You're not welcome!"

Dylan did not hesitate and immediately kicked the manager, sending him sprawling to the floor. "Shut up, or I'll end you right here."

His calm, icy tone was enough to make the manager nearly wet himself.

The crowd parted, and Francesca walked in, unharmed. "Andrew, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," she said, her voice steady.

Then, glaring at Elon, she added, "But watch out for this fat pig from the Golding family. He's the one who kidnapped me!"

Andrew turned to look at her and smiled. "Fatty, Kenny, I told you Fran would be rescued soon. Believe me now?"

Kenny was in shock. "Elon, w-what's going on? Did your people let her go?"

Elon's face was dark with a