Chapter 116:The Lloyd family was in a state of total disarray.
Kellan's face darkened as soon as he learned that Kinslee had disappeared from the residence, slipping through the surveillance footage without a trace.
His eyes flashed with fury, his expression like the calm before a violent storm.
"You've found her," Kellan demanded, his voice icy as he looked at Sherman.
Why do they get paid in that ridiculous residence All the staff, and yet they still manage to lose an old lady.
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fire every single one of them! Sherman wiped the cold sweat that gathered on his forehead, nodding profusely.
I'll get to it, Mr.
Lloyd.
He himself had just received the news: Kinslee was missing.
The entire residence was plunged into chaos and panic spread throughout the staff.
It wasn't the first time something like this had happened; The kidnappers had attacked Kinslee in the past, using her as leverage against the Lloyd family.
But for the staff to be so careless again It was clear that they were long overdue for learning a hard lesson.
Mr.
Lloyd, please stay calm.
Surveillance shows that Ms.
Lloyd left on her own.
There are no signs of kidnapping.
In fact, it seems like he just left.
We've already sent everyone out to search the terrain.
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Sherman's eyes drifted to the updates on his phone.
Suddenly, he let out a loud sigh of relief.
Mr.
Lloyd, we've found her.
Where Kellan's eyes blinked.
She's.
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in bed, Sherman stammered, barely able to believe the words coming out of his own mouth.
His people had combed the entire facility, searching every inch of the area, including the dangerous nearby woods, only for Kinslee to somehow reappear in her bed, safe and sound.
It didn't make sense, it seemed like something out of a ghost story.
Just then, the director of the residence burst into the room, bowing deeply to Kellan.
His clothes were damp with sweat and his voice was shaking.
Mr.
Lloyd, someone has brought Mrs.
Lloyd.
We've checked the surveillance footage.
The director trembled as he continued: It was a masked man dressed in black who took her away.
He seemed determined to hide his identity, dodging the cameras at every step.
The only thing we managed to capture was a blurry shot of his back.
Kellan's fury overflowed.
He threw the cup he was holding against the wall and the crash echoed through the room like thunder.
You didn't even realize she was missing and now you have no idea who brought her back.
But when I invest millions in this place every year, suddenly you're an expert in everything, that's it.
The director fell to his knees, breathing heavily, in a panic.
We are very sorry, Mr.
Lloyd! I swear we'll look into it immediately.
Kellan's voice turned to ice as he hissed, Give my grandmother a complete medical checkup and make sure all the tests are correct.
As soon as she's stable, we'll move her to a safe place.
Without waiting for a response, he fixed his eyes on the surveillance footage playing on his phone.
The figure in black wore a silver mask that glowed in the dark, and his slender body was barely visible on camera.
Kellan's eyes narrowed.
There was something about the way the man moved… something eerily familiar.
Find him, Kellan demanded, his tone firm and unyielding.
I want as much information as possible: where it came from, where it went, everything.
And double my grandmother's security.
I want her to be watched twenty-four hours a day.
This man had not kidnapped Kinslee, but his ability was terrifying.
He had bypassed all the layers of security like it was child's play, and somehow, he had earned Kinslee's trust enough to return her unharmed.
This all made no sense.
There was no way that mysterious man would have risked so much just to bring Kinslee back.
Kellan's eyes darkened as he turned to the director.
His voice dropped dangerously.
If this happens again, you know exactly what awaits you.
The director, drenched in sweat, stammered: Yes, Mr.
Lloyd! I swear it won't happen again.
Everyone knew what Kellan Lloyd was capable of.
One word from him and this entire facility could disappear from the face of the earth, with all its personnel.
Some might even sink beneath the waves, nothing more than a distant memory.
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