Karl was astonished. âWhy would the butler interfere in this matter? Mrs. Hayesâ kidnapping must be
related to that share transfer agreement. Why would the butler be involved in Sinch Enterpriseâs
matter?â
âMaybe it was Tsurkaâs order.â
âTsurka?â
âYes, Tsurka is Solomonâs adoptive father. It isnât strange for him to help Solomon.â
Sebastian came to that conclusion after pondering over their relationship.
Karl nodded in realization. âYou mean we can go straight to Tsurka.â
âYes.â
After knowing where to go next, the man jumped to his feet.
Right then, his phone rang.
âHello?â
âSebastian, Frederick has been sent to the hospital due to his acute illness. Where are you? You
should come over now!â
It was his cousin, Saul Hayes.
Sebastian grimaced at the news.
Right at that moment, he nearly agreed to head back home, but the recent events popped up in his
mind, along with the words said by Frederick that day.
Instantly, his gaze turned icy.
âWhy do I need to return? How does his illness concern me?â
âSebastian! Donât be ignorant. Even though you no longer call the shots at Hayes Corporation, youâre
still his son. If you donât come back, who will handle the situation?â Saul answered hastily.
âAm I his son?â Sebastian laughed mockingly. âSaul, youâre wrong. Iâm not his only son. He has another
healthy son in Hayes Corporation.â
âStop spouting nonsense. So what if he has another son? Youâre still his son! Remember, he owns
thirty-five percent of the company shares. Iâll be honest with you. Solomonâs lawyer is waiting outside
the operating theater,â Saul revealed.
Instantly, Sebastian gripped his phone tightly, nearly crushing it into pieces.
Son? Is that what a son should do? He isnât even dead, by his son is already waiting outside the
operating theater.
His gaze grew increasingly cold.
After hearing that, Karl tried to convince him without going straight to the point. âMr. Hayes, I think you
should head back now. We canât afford to set off any alarms. If it was indeed Tsurka, he might resort to
desperate measures. What if he harms Mrs. Hayes?â
As Sebastian said nothing, Karl added carefully, âBesides, your father is terribly ill now. I believe he
wonât release Mrs. Hayes. What do you think?â
Sebastian said nothing.
I should make sure my plan is foolproof. Itâs easy to get into Sinch Enterprise and kill that Jetroinian,
Ken Sato.
My goal is to save that little fool so sheâll return to my side safe and sound. I canât act recklessly.
Tsurka, huh? Why is Solomon helpless against his adoptive father, though? After all, Tsurka made him
the leader of Sinch Enterprise. Why canât Solomon get him to release Sasha?
He slammed the door shut in fury.
Meanwhile, Sasha was wondering about the same thing.
After she regained consciousness, the Jetroinians brought her back to Jetroina and made sure she was
taken care of. She couldnât understand why they had to lock her up.
âWhat is this? Are you going to hold me captive forever? If this is Solomonâs order, I demand to talk to
him,â yelled Sasha.
When another person came to deliver her meal, Sasha lost her cool and overturn the tray of food.
Alas, silence greeted her.
These people who served her were soulless.
After she overturned the tray of food, they cleared the mess and delivered another tray of food without
saying anything.
Are they crazy?
Fury vibrated through Sashaâs being.
After kicking up a fuss for one whole week, finally, Ken showed up.
âMs. Wand, please stop kicking up a fuss. Otherwise, we might resort to harsh means to silence you.â
âWhat do you want from me?â Sasha blanched in terror. âIf you dare hurt me, my husband, Sebastian
Hayes, wonât let you off easily!â
âSebastian Hayes?â To her surprise, the man chuckled lowly upon hearing Sebastianâs name. âYes, he
came here a short while ago. But he has already left Jetroina.â
âWhat? He has left?â Sasha felt her heart sinking in disappointment.
He left? Why? Wonât he save me?
âYes. As he didnât remain in Avenport, we taught him a lesson. Hence, he had to go back,â the
Jetroinian explained slowly.
Sasha felt her blood freezing in horror at his words.