Chapter 87 Found
Michelle knelt down and begged me for mercy. I felt great!
But what she said really pissed me off.
"I know you resent Amelia for taking Lucas's love away from you. Although we can't control who we fall in love with, starting tonight, I will definitely keep Amelia in check and make sure she doesn't take the initiative to see Lucas anymore." Michelle spoke each word clearly, with just the right amount of choking in her voice. "I'm begging you as a mother - if you see her, please don't take her life!"
I had to admit, Michelle was really good.
She didn't mention how Amelia had angered me, only said my actions were taking it out on an innocent person. She also blurred the blood feud between the Sorelli family and the Gambino family, defining my crazy actions tonight as a failed love rival's revenge.
She even played a word game, only promising not to let Amelia take the initiative to see Lucas, but didn't say whether she would stop Lucas if he wanted to see Amelia.
Finally, she used the glorious image of maternal love to shape her image, as if I would be terribly evil if I didn't want to give Amelia a way out.
A few words to mess with people's minds.
Those who had just been angrily accusing Michelle shut their mouths, probably moved by Michelle's vulnerable appearance.
At least I could see Colin's expression clearly.
He frowned, looked down at Michelle, his eyes showing some pity.
But some people looked cold, like the long-haired woman standing by the door behind Colin. I knew her - she was Colin's wife.
She had her arms crossed, looking at Michelle with undisguised disgust and a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.
Beside her was a young man who kept looking me over, seeming very interested in me. He was Colin's son, Thomas Gambino, also the most likely person to become the next Don of the Gambino family.
I didn't pay much attention to this mother and son. Then Colin glanced at me, suppressed his displeasure, and reached out to help Michelle up. Without a word, I fired a shot at Colin's feet.
He pulled back his hand in shock, and Michelle's knees, which had just left the ground, heavily hit the floor again!
"Did I say you could get up?" I asked coldly.
Colin felt embarrassed about his instinctive reaction just now. "Amelia's location has been given to you. What else are you not satisfied with?"
I sneered, my voice not loud but carrying a chilling edge that pierced the heart. "Michelle said I'm taking revenge on Amelia for 'stealing my love.' Do you also believe that's my only reason?"
Colin's teeth chattered twice. "Then do you have evidence? Do you have evidence that the Sorelli family's destruction is connected to us?"
"Ridiculous! I'm not a judge - do I need evidence to kill people?" I didn't expect Colin, as the Don, to have such naive thoughts.
"Now I've changed my mind." I cleared my throat and said in a volume loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly, "I'm taking these hostages with me! From now on, as long as Michelle keeps kneeling, I'll release one person every half hour. If her knees leave the ground, even by just an inch, I'll kill all these people!"
I pointed at Michelle from a distance, my tone vicious, then decisively ordered a retreat, leaving through The Gambino Manor's gate before these people could react.
Taking hostages actually wasn't very convenient for movement, but fortunately, we met two small teams Gale sent for support during our retreat.
I handed the hostages over to them, explained the release rules, then drove to where Amelia was.
The car stopped in front of a five-star hotel in the city center. As soon as I got out, I noticed we were being watched.
In the shadows at the street corner, by the hotel lobby's revolving door, several people in plain clothes kept looking around, camera lenses hidden under their windbreakers, faintly reflecting light - they were reporters.
I stared at one of them, feeling he looked familiar but couldn't remember where I'd seen him, so I asked Adrian and Cole, "Look at that man in the gray windbreaker, wasn't he at the press conference before?"
Adrian nodded. "You remember correctly, he's a reporter who has connections with Amelia."
"Why is he here?" I had a bad feeling and told Adrian to find out what these reporters were doing here.
To avoid drawing attention, I had Cole drive the car to the underground parking garage and enter the hotel from there.
This was a modern hotel with thick carpets in the hallways that absorbed all sound and bright lights overhead.
The hotel was large. Based on the real-time location, I could only know Amelia was in the hotel, but couldn't pinpoint the specific room number.
I contacted a hacker I'd worked with long-term, codename "Mole" - he was Marcus's friend.
For "Mole," hacking into the hotel system was easy, but checking the guest information would take some time.
I didn't put all my hopes on "Mole" because Amelia might very well have used fake identity information.
I ruled out the expensive suites on the high floors and started from the middle floors, with half the people going up and half going down, knocking on every room to search.
Regular guests, seeing so many of us, nervously answered questions and then immediately closed their doors. A few had bad tempers - like a young fat guy in a black hoodie with a skull on it who angrily cursed. Cole punched him down with one hit.
Similar disturbances happened on various floors one after another. Guest complaints and dissatisfaction rose one after another, and the hotel manager hurried over with security.
The well-dressed middle-aged man cautiously questioned, "Who are you? What do you want to do? This hotel belongs to the Thornfield family!"
The Thornfield family again.
I lowered my eyes in thought, as if I hadn't heard the question.
Cole glanced at him. "We're on a mission, looking for the missing Amelia for the Gambino family."
"The Gambino family?" The hotel manager laughed, then his face darkened. "Just a small family! If you don't want to offend the Thornfield family, leave the hotel immediately!"
Cole wasn't upset about being scolded. "Very sorry, we can't leave. Amelia's mother, Michelle, is Diana's friend - didn't you know that?"
Diana was the person who had threatened others to withdraw from the auction at the Elysara Isle auction using the Thornfield family's name. Although she was just a mistress, she was very favored. At least the hotel manager didn't care who Michelle was, but didn't want to offend Diana.
Seeing the hotel manager show hesitation, Cole continued negotiating with him. "Don't worry, we'll only search the middle and lower floors; we won't disturb the VIP guests upstairs."
The hotel manager relaxed. "In that case..."
At that moment, "Mole's" voice came through my Bluetooth earpiece. "Found it, room number 1508."
"The payment will be transferred to your account before tomorrow morning." I hung up and quickly came to the door of room 1508.
The hallway was very quiet. A guest at the end curiously opened their door, took one look, and immediately pulled their head back in.
Cole raised his gun, turned sideways, and pressed his ear to the door, then shook his head at me.
—There was no sound inside, as if no one was there.
"Go in," I ordered.
Cole used the master keycard he'd grabbed from the hotel manager to open the door. He went in first, and I followed closely behind him into the room.
A strong smell of aphrodisiac hit me in the face.