Chapter 1525


    “This is the mayor’s celebration party. We shouldn’t be here,” Pete said with a smile. “But, well, we


    have to do our job to keep people safe! There’s a human trafficker here, and we must arrest her!”


    “No, I’m not a human trafficker!” Bianca screamed, struggling. “I’ve never kidnapped any children. It’s


    Dickinson! It’s all Dickinson’s doing! Let me go!”


    However, her struggle proved futile as her voice faded away while being taken out of the hotel.


    Drake’s knees weakened as he witnessed this.


    The Hamerton bodyguards were seizing him at that moment. He feared he would meet the same fate


    as Bianca.


    His mind went nk, and he knelt on the ground, desperately pleading.


    “Let me go, please! I didn’t know she was like this. She gave me money, so I did what she asked. I had


    no idea what she was nning!”


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    “Tell that to the police stationter!” Pete signaled to his men to take him away.


    But Drake spotted Alexander in the corner.


    Although Alexander was young, his eyes were fierce and cold. He gazed at Drake like they were not


    father and son but enemies.


    But that boy was his only blood rtive in the world.


    Drake panicked, anger welling up. Alexander seemed to enjoy his arrest, which tore at Drake’s heart.


    He was his father—what son would dare to look at his father that way?


    Sure, they had their shes, but which son would hold a grudge?


    Drake’s self-esteem crumbled.


    At that moment, he had only one thought in his empty mind—even if he had to die, he would take


    someone with him!


    And his own blood would be the perfect scapegoat!


    He scanned the room, and his expression changed.


    He began to wail. “Fine, I’ll go with you! But before I leave, I want to talk to my son…”


    “Save it for the police station!” Pete emphasized, motioning to proceed. “If you want to see your son, it’ll


    be at the police station!”


    “You—”


    Pete said firmly. “Mr. Dickinson, don’t try anything funny. We have the numbers here. You won’t get


    your way!”


    Drake was stunned, and his head hung low and numb. Cold handcuffs mped around his wrists,


    making him shiver.


    Just then, a small figure emerged from the corner.


    “Wait!”


    Drake stopped and turned slowly.


    The coldness in Alexander’s eyes only deepened. He bit his lip and spoke with difficulty. “Dad.”


    But he said that stiffly as if bidding farewell to his identity as Drake’s son. “Do you know what I’ve


    wished for since I was young?”


    Drake asked. “What?”


    Alexander scoffed, enunciating each word. “I’ve wished for you to disappear from this world forever!”


    “You…”


    Drake erupted in anger instantly, his neck veins bulging. Like a raging bull, he shook off those around


    him and forcefully headbutted Alexander.


    He lifted his cuffed hands and struck the handcuffs on his wrists hard against Alexander’s head.