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.

hospital and home, where Zoey and Matt were supposed to be safe. I glanced at my watch. By now, she should've been home. Any minute now, she'd call to say everything was fine. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then fifteen. Nothing. "Excuse me," I cut in, interrupting a presentation about

gets in." 1/3 I hung up and called Zoey. Straight to voicemail. Tried again. Same thing. The panic hit then. Zoey never ignored my calls. Not when I was worried. And she'd promised to

in my veins turned to ice. I knew that voice too well. It was the cold, detached tone of the man

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 myself against the conference table to stay standing. "If you hurt them..."

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. The sight hit me like a physical blow. Seeing the woman I loved and my son in danger because of him was