Guzman was exerting himself on top of his mistress!
Then...
He received word that his eldest son, Ainsley, had been kidnapped?
He was so startled he nearly shriveled up.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Guzman cursed at the seven female models on the bed.
Scared witless, they ran out the door without even putting on their clothes.
Arturo glanced away, but soon withdrew his gaze; Guzman didn't like others touching his things.
It was like a dog marking its territory by pissing on the ground.
"When did this happen?"
Once Guzman calmed down, he asked with a gloomy face.
Arturo checked his watch, "Four hours ago."
"Fuck! After four hours, Ainsley would've become a dried-up corpse! Kill those bodyguards!" Guzman swore angrily.
In fact, he could understand those bodyguards, as they too wanted to find Ainsley first; everything would be fine if they could find him.
It's like when you make a mistake, do you know what's the first thing to do?
