Late at night, in a luxurious villa on the outskirts of Bennyvasia, Simon sat alone in the study, waiting for news.
The butler, Zane, pushed the door open and entered with a worried expression. "Sir, it's already so late, and they still haven't returned."
"In Bennyvasia, who would dare lay a finger on anyone from the Jenkins family? Besides, Fletcher is with them. There's no need to worry," Simon said as he took a sip of coffee, a faint smile on his lips. "Who in the entire Bennyvasia would dare disrespect my son?"
Zane nodded, but the unease in his heart didn't fade.
Suddenly, the sharp ring of the phone shattered the silence.
Simon frowned. He valued quiet at night, and his subordinates knew better than to call unless it was urgent.
"Hello, this is Simon..." he answered.
"Mr. Jenk
