Vincent glanced at Katelyn and gave a nod. “Alright.”

They made their way to the computer together. Once Katelyn took her seat, she got straight to work and pulled up the files.

The files laid out the specifics of several weapon deals. As Katelyn and Vincent read through them, it became clear the Yata royal family had been working closely with Brendan.

She glanced over at Vincent and said, “That explains why Brendan can be so bold with Yata. It all makes sense now.”

Almost thirty percent of the Yata royal family’s weapon transactions had been done through Brendan. The number was staggering.

Even Vincent accounted for only forty percent, while the remaining thirty percent was scattered among a handful of other arms dealers. It seemed Vincent was their top client. This explained why the King never dared to cross him.

While Katelyn and Vincent were still combing through the files, his phone suddenly rang. Vincent stiffened, picked it up, and answered immediately. “What happened?” he asked.

Jaxen’s panicked voice burst through the line. He yelled, “Vincent, you’ve got to help! Ashlyn’s been kidnapped!”

The moment they heard it, both Vincent and Katelyn froze. Confusion flashed in their eyes as they tried to process what they had just heard.

Vincent’s expression darkened. His brow furrowed as he asked sharply, “Who took her?”

After all, Ashlyn had no enemies in Yata, so the idea of someone targeting her here seemed absurd. It was, in every sense, a pointless endeavor. Everyone knew that Ashlyn was Katelyn’s best friend, and Katelyn was Vincent’s beloved. The connection couldn’t have been clearer.

Yet, despite these obvious ties, someone had still dared to touch Ashlyn. Jaxen’s voice cracked with anxiety as he continued, “It’s Brendan. I just got a call from the villa. Brendan’s using her to threaten you.”

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The situation was dire, no matter who was being threatened, and Jaxen felt the weight of urgency pressing down on him. He was terrified that Ashlyn might be harmed because of this twisted scheme, especially since she was in the hands of someone as reckless and dangerous as Brendan. How could Jaxen not worry?

Katelyn and Vincent’s expressions darkened simultaneously. The timing of Brendan’s move had caught them completely off guard.

“Vincent, I’ll send you the address,” Jaxen added with determination. “I’m going to rescue her right now!”

Every passing moment increased the risk. The situation could deteriorate rapidly if they delayed.

Although Jaxen and Ashlyn were merely acquaintances who had met through Katelyn, she was still Katelyn’s best friend. He felt a duty to protect her.

The more this thought spiraled in his mind, the more anxious Jaxen became. He hung up the phone, and in that same moment, sent the navigation information to Vincent.

Katelyn frowned, feeling that something about this situation was a bit suspicious.

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