Chapter 63

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- Why are we trying to kidnap Greyson?

To Dane's question before executing the plan, Joshua showed a slightly awkward expression and then answered with a sigh.

- Chase has suffered a lot at his hands.

"Like what?"

At Dane's question, Joshua paused before answering. After hearing one by one the history of what Chase had suffered from his older brother Greyson when they were young, Dane too was left speechless. Moreover, the last incident was even shocking.

"He even told such a lie?"

To Dane's question, Joshua said, "Yes," and continued.

- Because of that, Chase developed a trauma and still hates dogs. He has enough reason to hold a grudge against Greyson.

Dane, who had been silent, asked again.

"So, will kidnapping Greyson and beating him up make him feel better?"

- We don't intend to just beat him up mindlessly.

Joshua continued.

- First, we plan to let Chase talk about why he was so angry and hurt. Of course, we'll have to gag Greyson. He would surely turn Chase's insides out again.

That would be the punishment. Dane agreed with that statement as well. Joshua continued speaking.

- If that doesn't make him feel better, he might hit him a few times, but I hope it doesn't come to that. I just want to help Chase recover from the wounds of the past.

And he added.

- If you want to hit him, I won't stop you.

At the voice tinged with laughter, Dane hung up without saying anything.

Now he understood that this was something they needed. Verbal violence sometimes leaves deeper wounds on the soul than physical violence. If it was about healing that, it wouldn't be bad for Chase, and Greyson would also receive some punishment for his sins, so it was karma.

And from Dane's perspective...

<You're an Omega, aren't you?>

At the sudden recollection of his words, Dane frowned. Anyway, as long as he could get Greyson Miller out of his sight, he had nothing more to wish for.

After all, if this job succeeded, he could deliver a blow as effective as hitting him.

Having thought that far, he returned to reality. Bright sunshine illuminated everything. This weather wasn't very good for carrying out a job. But hoping for bad weather in California was as futile as expecting a cat not to knock a glass off the table, so Dane had given up early.

The preparation was perfect. Wasn't it much more advantageous than terrain with nothing but sand everywhere? Plus, he had personally chosen this location. The method was simple. All he had to do was give different directions.

The day before, Dane had secretly switched the birthday invitation card made by Ezra. On the outside was a picture drawn by a child, and when the card was opened, there was a crooked invitation message also written by the child. On the back of the simple phrase "You are invited to a birthday party," there was an address printed by Ezra.

Dane had received this invitation much earlier than others. The method was simple.

<Want me to help make the invitations?>

<Really? Is that okay?>

Ezra had happily accepted Dane's offer. He had been complaining pleasantly that he didn't have enough time when he went home and played with the kids, and Dane had halfheartedly responded. There, Dane had made one invitation with a different address printed on it. And he had put it in Greyson's cabinet. With such a simple method, he could easily execute his plan.

No one would think that only the invitation they received had a different address.

Thanks to deliberately suggesting to Ezra to hand out the cards the day before the birthday, he was able to eliminate even the slightest possibility. Everyone who received the card just before leaving work was too busy congratulating the design of the card to have time to talk about anything else. And now, Dane was hiding on a secluded forest path, waiting for Greyson Miller.

This location, which he had found in advance, was optimal for him to set up his plan. The unpaved road with exposed dirt was barely wide enough for one car to pass. There was nothing at the end of this road.

Though he had observed in hiding for two days, not a single car had passed this road. The choice was excellent. Now Dane just had to capture Greyson.

The weeds and undergrowth rising thickly on both sides were optimal for hiding. He prepared a spike trap while waiting for Greyson's car. The situation would end in just 1 or 2 seconds. Greyson would never be able to avoid it.

And.

Beep beep, the transmitter he had attached to Greyson's car in advance sent a signal. He had attached it thinking Greyson might come in a different car, but fortunately, there were no variables. Even if he had taken a different car, the result wouldn't have changed since he was the only one who would come on this road.

Dane hid his body in the tall grass and waited for the car to approach. In the distance, a fancy European car was speeding up. Without even dreaming of the situation he would soon face.

Three. Two. One.

At that very moment, Dane threw the spike trap onto the ground.

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Kiss your cheek, kiss your neck, oh I kiss your plump chest...

"Chest chest, chest chest."

Singing along with the continuing background chorus, Greyson drove down the dirt road. There was still time until the party was supposed to start. He might arrive earlier than anyone else. Greyson drove while showing the leisureliness of even checking the clock in the vehicle.

In the back seat was a gift for the child. In fact, Ezra had earnestly asked not to buy anything over $50, but unfortunately, Greyson didn't know which items were under $50. Or where to buy them.

Because of that, he went to a familiar shop and arbitrarily bought a diamond necklace for the child. He had also made a fake receipt saying $49 and put it in, thinking that would do.

Working at a job, being invited to a colleague's child's birthday party, buying a birthday gift for that child—all of these things were entirely new to him. Because of that, Greyson didn't dislike this series of processes.

Moreover, if this was also one of the gateways he had to go through to achieve his goal, it was even enjoyable. Ezra had invited everyone from the fire station. Including Dane Striker, of course.

<Use this opportunity to clear up misunderstandings with Dane and get along well.>

Ezra had encouraged him, patting his arm. Oh, of course. Greyson muttered with a smile.

"I want that so much, Ezra."

Suddenly, the scent of pheromones that Dane Striker had emitted came to mind. Just as a desire to smell that fragrance, almost gone from his memory, arose.

Suddenly, the moment he saw something like a black shadow quickly appear in front of the car, the tires burst with a tremendous noise.

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Bang, baang, bang!

Due to the suddenly burst tires, the speeding car spun around and left the road. The car could be seen rolling down the slope with a terrible noise. This too was expected. Dane immediately emerged from his hiding place. He stood there for a moment looking down at the overturned car, but there was no response. If Greyson had not lost consciousness and walked out from there, he had planned to execute the next operation. But that didn't happen. After waiting another 5 minutes, Dane went down the slope.

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The loud helicopter noise assaulted his ears.

I didn't think I'd hear this sound again.

Dane sat with his arms crossed, letting out a "haa" sigh. The helicopter that Joshua had said he prepared was, ridiculously, a military one. The moment he arrived at the place where the helicopter was said to be waiting and saw its enormous size, Dane recalled.

How could an ordinary person...

But he soon changed his mind. Not an ordinary person, but a Miller. A man who had never been out of the top ranks of the wealthy in America, and on top of that, now with the highest power of the presidency right before him. ...his son.

Naturally, there would be nothing he couldn't have. Thinking that, Dane boarded the helicopter. Inside the helicopter were only the pilot, Dane, and Greyson. The men who had helped with the transport did not join.

"Our commission ends here."