After eating and drinking, Ethan Locke accompanied Jay Brent back to the second-floor balcony.
Looking down at the over a hundred people gathered in the yard, Ethan Locke's lips curled into a relaxed smile.
With so many people around, and the addition of the twenty-odd Bright Strength Warriors the Locke family had, as long as Greg Jensen dared to come, he would certainly not be able to escape.
"Uncle, send some food down to the boys, let them come into the villa to get warm," he said.
"All right."
The Locke family's ship was on the verge of capsizing, and the only hope lay on Ethan Locke's shoulders, to the extent that Alan Locke, his uncle, had no complaints about his nephew's orders.
...
As daybreak came, Greg Jensen awoke on time, playing briefly with a peach before he casually picked up his phone to check the time, only to see the message Jay Brent had sent him.
"My family has been kidnapped?"
