Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Kidnapper

"This is the Banyan City Police Station. A car accident just occurred near Sunnyside Road, and a female has

disappeared from the vehicle. We..."

For the first tin his life, Edward Stephens felt his blood turn icy and freeze in an instant.

The voice of the policewoman on the other side continued, "...Please cto the station immediately to assist

with our investigation."

Edward Stephens said, "Okay."

He hung up the phone. The always-clear mind of his froze for a moment until the phone vibrated sharply again,

jolting him back to his senses. He wiped his face and answered the call.

"Mom," he said, "What happened to you..."

"The police station just called me," Lady Stephens said, her voice extremely frantic over the phone, "Someone's

missing, that license plate... Isn't it Daisy’s car? Is it Daisy..."

"It’s not confirmed yet," Edward Stephens said, getting out of bed, opening the closet to take out a black down

jacket, and hurriedly heading towards the door, "Don’t worry too much. I'll head to the police station now to take

a look."

"How can | not be worried," Lady Stephens cried hoarsely into the phone, her voice filled with sobs, "It must be

Daisy, otherwise, why can’t we get through to her now!"

Edward Stephens slowly tightened his grip on the phone. He rushed downstairs, grabbed his car keys, and

dashed into the pouring rain outside. The cold winter air seemed to freeze his breath. Edward's voice remained

steady as he said, "Mom, calm down. I'm heading to the station now."

Lady Stephens seemed a bit calmed by him, her voice choking several times as she hesitantly said, "I-I'm

coming too."

"Have the driver bring you here. It’s raining outside; remember to wear a down jacket."

He hung up the phone, sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel, looking at the stretch of rain illuminated by

the headlights, and took a deep breath.

Then he lowered his gaze and pressed down on the gas pedal.

*

The police station was bustling.

When Edward Stephens arrived in a hurry, the officer responsible for him quickly walked over and led him to a

monitoring room.

"This is the surveillance from Sunnyside Road at around one o’clock this morning." The officer looked serious as

he pulled up the footage for him to see. "There was a driver in the car, critically injured, and he’s been sent to

the emergency room. Take a look first—do you recognize that person?"

Edward Stephens focused his gaze on the computer screen. Due to the rain, the surveillance footage wasn't very

clear. He saw Daisy Ginger’s white BMW pass under the camera. He even saw her sitting in the back seat,

propping her face, playing on her phone.

Then, a second later, a black Santana at the intersection abruptly accelerated, crashing head-on into Daisy's

BMW.

The video was silent, yet Edward seemingly heard the deafening crash of the accident, his fingers instinctively

curling, a sharp pain radiating from his fingertips to his chest.

The front of the BMW was instantly crushed, the driver trapped between the steering wheel and seat, and Daisy

sitting in the rear seat was knocked unconscious by the violent impact.

A few seconds later, a black unlicensed car emerged from the corner, stopping next to the BMW. A tall man in a

black jacket and baseball cap got out, opened the BMW's door, and dragged the unconscious Daisy out.

He swiftly placed her into the car, then returned to the driver's seat and drove off.

The video was short, less than two minutes. Edward Stephens waited a few seconds before asking, "Was there no

one in that Santana?"

The officer replied, "Our technicians examined the car. Despite severe damage to the front, we found automated

driving equipment, likely remotely controlled by someone."

A waiting gof kidnapping—was it revenge or extortion?

The officer asked, "Has there been any contact from the kidnappers?"

Edward Stephens shook his head.

The officer glanced at him, then enlarged the video footage, capturing a blurry image of the kidnapper in the

baseball cap, and asked, "Does this man look familiar to you?"

Edward Stephens looked at it a few times, "I don’t recognize him."

The photo was blurry, but with his memory, seeing a face once would make it unforgettable.

But this man, he had indeed never seen before.

The officer nodded and said to him, "Mr. Stephens, you should rest for a bit. We'll notify you immediately if

there's any news."

Edward Stephens’s gaze remained on the computer screen. After a moment of silence, he asked, "What will

happen to her?"

"We'll do everything we can to ensure the hostage’s safety. A special case team has already been formed in the

city; this is a matter of great concern," the officer said seriously to him, "Rest assured, we'll give you an

explanation."

Edward Stephens placed his hands on the table, staring at the screen for a while, then closed his eyes slightly

before asking, "What if you can’t find her?"

The officer paused, looking at the young man across from him whose face, under the light, appeared as pure as

white jade. He had maintained his calm demeanor until this sentence subtly revealed his emotions.

The officer patted his shoulder, his tone softening, "Don’t worry; the highway has been locked down. Any

developments, and we'll notify you promptly. Mr. Stephens, please take srest."

Edward Stephens said nothing further, simply moving to sit on a bench in the corridor.

A policewoman brought over a cup of warm water and a blanket. Edward thanked her, reaching out to take the

cup, only then realizing his hands were frozen, devoid of any sensation.

After sitting on the bench for a few minutes, the rapid clack of high heels echoed in the hallway. Edward

recognized the sound and stood up, seeing Lady Stephens with messy hair walking in from outside, eyes red and

tears continuously streaming down a pale face.

Seeing her son at the end of the hallway, Lady Stephens appeared as though she'd found salvation, stumbling

over and grabbing Edward's arm tightly with icy hands, hoarsely asking, "Edward, where's Daisy?"

Edward replied, "Not found yet."

"..." Lady Stephens was stunned momentarily, tears streaming uncontrollably as she buried her face in her son's

chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

A policewoman hurried over, addressing the mother and son, "I have something important to ask you two;

please cwith me."

Upon hearing this, Lady Stephens becagitated, quickly asking, "Have you found Daisy?"

"It’s about the kidnapper," the policewoman whispered, "We have a suspect in mind, and we hope you can help

us confirm it."