"It's just a normal address with normal civilians living in there who don't know Vincent Poole at all. It was probably just a random address. Vincent must have been threatened by people from behind the scenes. There's still no trace of him."
It was a foggy situation right now, but everything pointed at the Wimbledon family.
Did they really need to strike out on their own? Using her position as the head of the SY Group to meet with the head of the Wimbledons might be a way.
Georgia was thinking about that and was preparing to bring it up with Wilson.
Then she received another stranger's call. She took it carefully.
A low, young male voice with some magnetism rang out.
"Hello, Mrs. Simpson, I'm Darren, the acting chairman of the Ace Group."
Georgia jolted, and the man continued.
"There's a saying that applies to business – the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I've heard about what happened to your husband. I've got something interesting to show you. I'm waiting for you in a restaurant at this address. Until ten tonight, I'll be waiting there all day for your arrival.
"I might have something here that can help with your investigation."
The line went dead.
Georgia froze, shocked, while Ivan spoke up worriedly.
"What happened, Georgia? You look a bit stunned."
Georgia was about to talk about the contents of the call when she received a call from Jason as well.
"I'm at the airport. Where are you? I'll come over."
Georgia spoke about where they were living, then hung up with Jason.
Selena had her own issues right now and Jasper couldn't be anywhere at once. Otherwise, with Robert's disappearance, both Jasper and Jason would have come over to help.
Selena's situation was grave right now, so Jasper still had to stay at the Holland family to manage it all and take care of Robert's mother for them as well. Jason had come over to help them instead.
So the moment he got off the plane, Jason gave her a call, since he'd been notified that she was awake as well.
"The acting chairman of the Ace Group, a Darren fellow, just gave me a call and some spiel about the enemy of my enemy being my friend. I think he refers to the Wimbledon business, since the Albertson Group took the experimental results of a project Ace invested in, then put it successfully on the market.
"But I don't know what this Darren is like. I need to check. He's waiting for me in a restaurant and he'll leave after ten at night. I need to ask Wilson about it."
Georgia told Ivan about the call, and Ivan spoke up.
"I've heard about this person, Georgia, with friends in those connections. I'll look into it for you. Wilson probably wouldn't get to it as quickly as I could."
Georgia nodded and waited for Ivan to call and get in contact with his friends, speaking for a while in some foreign language.
After hanging up, Ivan turned back to Georgia.
"This is an ambitious person, Georgia. Very capable. But he made a specific appointment and said he knew some secrets – meeting him should be fine. A smart person like this wouldn't make enemies of us for no reason. He might even want to link up with us because of the business rivalry between his company and the Albertson Group. We'll take some more manpower and head over."
Georgia nodded, called Wilson over, and explained the affair.
Finally, Ivan headed with people to wait for Jason's arrival, and to switch locations to continue Adolf's interrogation.
Georgia and Wilson headed off to meet Darren.
Wilson was more alert and more skilled at combat. Meeting someone they hadn't met before, Wilson could use his own experience to judge the situation, protecting her and the people around her.
The restaurant was at the center of the city and the drive took almost a quarter of an hour. Georgia and Wilson took the bodyguards there.
After giving Darren's name, a server led Georgia to a luxury compartment.
They didn't search the bodyguards by her or check their firearms, and just let her take them along with Wilson to the compartment.
They only allowed two other people inside, but after going in, Georgia saw a bodyguard next to Darren.
As for Darren himself, he was a man in his thirties, reclining on a sofa sipping on red wine while wearing a black suit. His face was abnormally pale, like a TV show vampire, giving off an impression of iciness.
Georgia's first impression was that this was a complicated character. As she entered, the cold man smiled at her.
"Sit down, Mrs. Simpson. We might need to talk about the matter at hand for a while, and I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
Wilson and another bodyguard sat down behind Georgia, who sat directly across Darren.
"Since you know what's happened with my husband, does that mean you know who was behind this, or that you have some kind of proof? And what are your intentions for contacting me directly?"
"I think, Mrs. Simpson, with how far your investigation's gotten, you must have already pinpointed a suspect. Eric Wimbledon, the bastard, is lying in his sickbed waiting to get cured, which is why he kidnapped your husband in a mad rush."
It really was the Wimbledon family. Georgia was still dubious, though.
"And the evidence? Mr. Darren, I do suspect the Wimbledon family of kidnapping my husband, but without proof, I couldn't go act on my own and offend a giant family like that."
"I've setup a spy as part of the research staff. He's relayed back photos of Robert Simpson lying in a laboratory. I can show you."
Trembling, Georgia took the phone Darren handed over and saw Robert's picture right away.
He was lying in bed, eyes clothes, tubes stuck all over his body.
Georgia's eyes reddened and rage burned from the bottom of her heart.
"Where are they right now?"
Since Darren had a spy there, Georgia just wanted to bring Robert back right now.
"It's a very secure position. Even if you went to the media or the government, without proof, you can't do anything. Their family is a giant of this nation and nobody is willing to move on them easily. Their family has enemies as well, but none of them are willing to go too far over something like this, which won't even harm their family roots."
"So even if I knew where this base was, my people can't get in?"
"If you want to save your husband, Ms. Lane, brute force won't accomplish a thing. Their security measures and personnel far exceed your imagination. Even if your men really did force their way in, they have other secret passages to use to flee and take him with them. You can't very well blow the place up and risk hurting the man you love."
"So you called me over, showed me these photographs, all to tell me that there's no way for me to save my husband?"
Georgia asked coldly. She didn't understand why Darren had called her over.
Was it just to tell her that he had surefire evidence that Robert was in the hands of the Wimbledons, and that there was no way he could be saved?
"I told you that the enemy of my enemy was my friend. If you're not prepared to put it all on the line, then you're not prepared to beat the Wimbledon family. If you want to save your husband, Mrs. Simpson, then you have to risk it all, and be prepared to lose it all."
"What are you saying?"
Georgia faced Darren down, feeling that there was something else between the lines.
"The Albertson Group took the fruits of my labor, Mrs. Simpson, while your husband was taken by the Wimbledon family. We have a common enemy, and this is a ripe opportunity for us to collaborate."
"How do you want to collaborate?"