Love Has its Will by Selena Lewis
Chapter 513

Chapter 513 Can't You Hear Me?

Savanna asked, "Brandon, how long has Tye been missing? Was he taken away by Daryl?"

On the way home, Savanna was sitting uneasily in the passenger seat. She was extremely worried about her son.

The family of three went out together, but now there were only Savanna and Brandon.

She was really afraid that something would happen to Tye.

"Don't worry. I've arranged for people to look for him. Our son will be fine."

After Brandon comforted his wife, he immediately called his assistant, Jim. Brandon asked, "How is the investigation? Any clues?"

"Mr. Finn, Mr. Daryl has indeed returned to the house in the south of the city."

At the same time, Gerald also began to search for Tye under the command of Finn.

Daryl was Finn's cousin, so Finn was more familiar with him. It was helpful to the investigation.

"Where is the child? Is he also in that house?"

Gerald was not sure, so he could only probe deeper.

About ten minutes ago, a blue Maserati came from the other side of the road like an arrow released from a bow.

When it got close to a villa complex, the car suddenly turned and rushed directly toward the gate.

Just as the car was about to hit the gate, a security guard rushed out of the sentry booth and quickly pressed the open button.

The gate immediately opened and the sports car rushed in, perfectly avoiding a collision.

"Mr. Daryl."

The security guard recognized the sports car and greeted Daryl respectfully.Daryl had driven away. When he heard the security guard's voice, he came back. The car roof was retracted and revealed Daryl's face with a sinister smile on it.

Daryl waved his hand, signaling to the security guard to come over.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Daryl?" The security guard immediately ran to the car. He bent his waist, lowered his head to the level of the sports car, and listened attentively.

"If you open the gate so late next time, I will smash this door together with you," Daryl stopped smiling and said sinisterly.

The security guard was so scared that his face turned pale. He was shocked.

Before he calmed down, Daryl stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

Daryl's villa in the south of the city was not an isolated manor. It was located in the innermost part of the villa complex.

Daryl drove at top speed, going all the way from the gate to the three-story villa in the innermost area.

There were two men in black suits and black sunglasses guarding the door.

When they saw Daryl, they greeted him together, "Hello, Mr. Daryl."

Daryl got out of the car and threw the car key to one of them casually. The man understood and quickly went to park the car. "Where is he?" Daryl asked.

The other bodyguard at the door immediately pulled the door open. "The child is inside. I'll take you there."

Daryl swaggered in front. The bodyguard followed behind him, pointing out the way carefully. "Please turn right ahead. He's in the basement."

"You placed that child in the basement?" Daryl laughed sinisterly. "It's moist and had bugs there. Do you know whose child that boy is?"

The bodyguard shook his head in confusion. "Who? Mr. Daryl, we place people you brought here in the basement, don't we?"

"This child is very important. If he gets hurt, his father will not let you go!" Daryl scared him.

The bodyguard, who was around 6 feet 3 inches tall, broke out in a cold sweat.

He asked nervously, "Mr. Daryl, who is this child's father?"

Daryl suddenly laughed and didn't answer the question. He directly jumped over the three stairs and entered the basement. "Mr. Daryl, the child is here." The bodyguard followed Daryl closely and opened a tightly closed door in the basement.

Although it was a basement, there was a bed and a quilt. But the place was a little small. It was around 220 square feet.

The most obvious drawback was that the basement was dark and poorly ventilated. Daryl smelt the mold as soon as the door was opened.

He covered his nose in disgust. "What kind of lousy place is this? Is it a pigsty? The smell is terrible."

While Daryl was complaining, a little boy was staring at him timidly. The boy was at the foot of the bed in the middle of the room.

His eyes were as round as a deer's. He could see the horrible surroundings clearly.

"Did you see him clearly?" Daryl suddenly asked the security guard.

"What should I look at?" The bodyguard was confused.

"Look at his face. Don't you feel familiar?" Daryl pointed at the child.

"What's wrong with his face? He's just a child..." When the bodyguard saw the child's face clearly, he was stunned.

"He... Why does this child look so much like Mr. Finn?"

The bodyguard didn't know Brandon, and he didn't know that Brandon and Finn were twins, so it was understandable that he thought this child was Finn's son. Daryl didn't intend to explain the details. He burst into laughter again.

The basement was closed, it echoed as he laughed. It sounded particularly creepy.

"When did Mr. Finn get a son? Isn't he unmarried?" the bodyguard asked. His expression changed due to shock.

After all, the Orwell family was a rich family, and it was no surprise for a playboy to have an illegitimate son.

Seeing Daryl laughing so wildly, the bodyguards couldn't help but think of the dramas depicting the descendants of rich families fighting each other.

"Mr. Daryl, why did you kidnap Mr. Finn's illegitimate son?"

Daryl still didn't answer the bodyguard's question. He walked up to Tye and raised the boy's chin with his finger.

Tye turned his head away in disgust. Obviously, he didn't want Daryl to touch him.

"Kid, you are quite rebellious. Let me introduce myself. Actually, you should call me uncle."

Daryl introduced himself.

However, Tye didn't intend to pay attention to Daryl. Tye was still looking away and refused to look him in the eye.

You have grown into the appearance I hate the most. It's really a pity. It makes me unable to adopt you!"

Daryl had considered taking Tye as his own. Since they were related by blood, he might as well use Tye as a bargaining chip to gamble for his inheritance rights. However, Tye looked so similar to Finn, that sickly man. So, Daryl gave up on that plan.

"But little brat, you are quite useful to me," Daryl snorted.

The next second, he felt a sharp pain on his fingertip.

Daryl looked down and saw that Tye was biting his finger.

"Let go!" Daryl wanted to pull his finger out, but Tye bit even harder.

"I said 'let go'. Didn't you hear me?" Daryl frowned in pain.

He swung his hand, and Tye was slapped onto the bed.