Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 188 Christian's POV The Kensington office in Serene Port was buzzing with its usual weekday intensity when my phone lit up with Zoey's name. I was in the middle of a meeting with our regional directors, discussing export strategies for the next quarter, but the second I saw her name on the screen, I stopped everything. The moment she told me Richard had vanished, a familiar tension coiled in my chest. It was the same instinct that kicked in during high-stakes negotiations-the sharp awareness that something was off, that danger was close.

"Gentlemen, let's take a fifteen-minute break," I announced, cutting off the presentation mid-slide. Ignoring their puzzled looks, I left the room, already dialing Richard's number. Straight to voicemail. I tried again. Same result. In five years working for our family, Richard had never failed to answer a call from me, especially while on duty with Zoey. My mind went into overdrive, mapping possibilities. Richard was ex-military, disciplined, and sharp. He wasn't the kind of man who just disappeared. If he wasn't answering, something had happened to him.

"I need you to track Richard's location immediately," I said to my head of security, skipping the pleasantries. "Is there a problem, Mr. Kensington?" "I hope not," I replied tightly. "But Richard's not responding, and my wife and son were at the hospital with him. He's vanished." When Zoey insisted on coming home with Kenny, every instinct in me screamed to shut it down, to demand she stay put. But she was right about one thing, that Kenny had been with us for years. He was trustworthy, reliable, and knew our routes by heart. And it was broad daylight, along a road we drove almost daily.

but my mind was already miles away. The directors were talking numbers and logistics, and all I could see was that stretch of road between the hospital and home, where Zoey and Matt were supposed to be safe. I glanced at my watch.

fine. Just... have her call me as soon as she gets in." 1/3 I hung up and called Zoey. Straight to voicemail.

was Zoey calling from a borrowed phone, maybe because hers had died. "Hello?" "Hello, Christian." The blood in my veins turned to ice. I knew that voice too well. It was the cold, detached tone of the man who'd given me life but had never truly been my father. "Lawrence,"

watching me-watching us? "Where's Zoey?" I demanded, cutting through the charade. "Straight to the point, as always." Lawrence gave a humorless laugh that sent bile rising in my throat. "She's with me. She and the baby." The world tilted. My knees nearly buckled, and I had to brace

opened it. As long as you It was a photo of Zoey, terrified, clutching Matt tightly to her chest. They were in what looked like a warehouse or storage building. She sat on a chair, her wide eyes filled with panic. Matt was crying, his tiny face red and scrunched in distress.