?<strong>Chapter 907:</strong>


    Blowing out smoke, Jayden posed his question with calm. “What’s your endgame? Why target us?”


    “To kill you all,” Jayden replied, his tone nonchnt, as if discussing something mundane.


    Looking at Jayden, Charlie pressed, “What about Enzo? Could you actually bring yourself to kill him as well? He did raise you. Can you truly dismiss your feelings for him?”


    Jayden responded with silence.


    Charlie, lost in memories, mused aloud, “Reflecting on it now, you were so young when you first came to my home. Enzo entrusted your care to me. Was it seven years we spent together? It seems like just yesterday you were still a boy when you left.”


    Lost in his thoughts, Charlie began to reminisce aloud, wandering through memories like a man adrift in his past.


    He continued his monologue, receiving no reaction from Jayden, until he suddenly recalled Aarya and inquired, “We’ve been here a while, but where is my daughter?”


    “Isn’t she right here with us?” Jayden responded calmly.


    Charlie surveyed the surroundings. “Where? I don’t see her. Didn’t you bring her along?”


    Jayden nodded. “Yes, she’s right here. Why not take a closer look?”


    Charlie searched the vicinity, yet Aarya was nowhere to be seen. How could someone alive be so elusive?


    Charlie stood still as the bitter realization sank in. Jayden had been ying him all along, using cheap tricks to lure him into a trap.


    In a swift motion, Charlie rose to his feet, pulling his gun free and leveling it at Jayden’s head. His teeth clenched as words hissed out like venom. “So you dare deceive me? You never brought my daughter here, you despicable bastard!”


    Jayden merely smiled, a type of smile that pricked at Charlie’s insides, gnawing at thest bit of sanity he clung to. A chuckle escaped Jayden’s lips, low and mocking. “Who said I didn’t bring her? It’s your own blindness that’s keeping you from seeing her.”


    “Then where is she? Tell me, or I swear to God, I’ll shoot you right here.” At that moment, Charlie dropped the mask he had been wearing. The cold, ruthless man he truly was emerged.


    The pitiful reminiscing he had offered earlier—it had all been a ruse, a ploy to lower Jayden’s guard. He hade here solely to see his daughter, Aarya.


    Jayden’s lips curled into a twisted smile as he turned his head and gestured toward the spot where Charlie had been sitting earlier. “Isn’t your daughter right here?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.


    Charlie froze, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes darted to the ck stic bag lying on the ground. A part of him already knew what was inside, but his mind fought against it, refusing to ept the awful truth.


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