"Don't talk s**t with me. I know you're the reason she's missing." Beckett approached Alfred, his eyes filled with rage. "Where did you take her?"
"I don't know. Which part of that don't you understand?" Alfred slammed the newspaper down beside him before meeting Beckett's angry gaze. "And don't forget that you're in my territory. I could blow your brains out right now."
Beckett smirked. "If you really planned to do that, you should have done it already."
"I'll do it later, once I have all your wealth."
Hearing Alfred's words, Beckett couldn't help but laugh. His suspicions were correct—Alfred had ulterior motives for agreeing to his marriage with Vivianne and for pretending to be cordial with him.
"Keep dreaming," Beckett whispered, his jaw clenching. "I will find her, no matter how
