Andrew smiled faintly, saying, "Searching aimlessly would've been pointless. Elon, being the proud heir of the Golding family, thought he was untouchable in a small town like Jayrodale.

"So, when he kidnapped Francesca, he wouldn't trust just any place to hide her. There was only one spot he felt completely secure—a place guarded by his family's top enforcers."

Jameson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Do tell."

Andrew continued, "Elon only trusted locations where his family's strongest fighters were stationed. Knowing that, I didn't waste time searching randomly. Instead, I focused on tracking the movements of the Golding family's half-step martial king. Sure enough, he was the one guarding Francesca at a secluded villa outside the city."

Tiana scoffed, clearly skeptical. "That's a nice story, but there's one glaring hole in it. How did you manage to rescue Francesca with a half-step martial king standing guard? That's not something just anyone can pull off."

Andrew shrugg