He suddenly realized—he had set everything aside, including her, all for the sake of his own pride and authority… just to go head-to-head with Arthur. It wasn’t about Lynn anymore. It was about not letting Arthur use her as leverage. Ever since he took control of the Tremo family, everyone had shown him deference. But now, this young punk Arthur had threatened him again and again—and Solivair couldn’t accept it. Yet all Arthur ever wanted was to protect himself and the people close to him. Solivair had never been able to find Lynn. He had no idea where she was, whether she was safe, whether someone might be hurting her. That frustration—that helplessness—was what pushed him to kidnap Arthur again. Sending Zac had been a test—a way to gauge Zac’s loyalty. But the more he clashed with Arthur, the more he watched that unyielding face, the more obsessed he became with winning. And in that obsession, he nearly forgot what this was all about. He just wanted to bring his daughter home. Solivair’s expression paled slightly. He suddenly raised his hand and gestured for the bodyguards who had stepped closer to fall back. Ashley’s words had struck a nerve. Yes, he could use force, could threaten the people Arthur cared about to force the truth out of him. But what if Arthur got pushed too far and refused to talk? Solivair just didn’t want to lose control of the situation. After a moment of silent thought, he looked up and said sincerely, “Arthur, Lynn means everything to me. I was desperate, that’s why I took you. I’ll let you go—but please, tell me where she is.” The dangerous glint had faded from Solivair’s eyes, and all three—Arthur, Ashley, and Taylor—secretly let out a breath of relief.Arthur put his hands behind his back and subtly gave Ashley a thumbs-up. Seeing the sincerity on Solivair’s face, Arthur’s tone grew more serious too. “Mr. Solivair, to be honest, I only have some leads. I don’t know exactly where Miss Lynn is. But I do have a fairly clear trail I can follow.” Solivair instantly asked, anxious, “What lead?!” But Arthur didn’t answer right away. Instead, he used the moment of distraction to move fully in front of Ashley, blocking Solivair’s view of her. “Mr. Solivair, last time, you promised me that if I told you what I knew, you’d guarantee the safety of me and the people around me. But you broke that promise. Twice, you kidnapped us. And just now, you almost pulled a stunt that could’ve gotten someone killed. So if I tell you what I know, what’s to stop you from kidnapping us again the next time you’re upset? Or worse—deciding we’re in your way and eliminating us altogether?” Solivair was momentarily speechless. His face turned cold. “What exactly do you want?” He was desperate. All he wanted now was to find his daughter. Whatever Arthur’s conditions were… He’d already risked the Tremo family’s reputation to get Arthur here. If it meant finding Lynn, he could risk even more. Arthur didn’t move. He stared Solivair dead in the eye. “I want to follow the lead and find your daughter myself. You stay out of it.” “What?!” Solivair shouted, stunned. “Arthur, are you out of your mind? She’s my daughter! How am I supposed to just sit back and do nothing?” Arthur spread his hands. “You’re the type to burn bridges and forget who helped you. Once I give you the lead, no matter what I’m holding over you, you’ll eliminate me just to tie up loose ends. And everyone around me will get dragged down with me.” The bluntness of his words hit like a punch. Solivair stared at him in disbelief. He actually said it—just like that?But the worst part was… he wasn’t wrong. Burning bridges. Ingratitude. It was true. Arthur had given him a lead on Lynn. He should’ve been grateful. But once he had Lynn back, Solivair’s instinct would be to secure his power—and that meant eliminating any threats. Arthur continued, “Mr. Solivair, we both have people we care about and want to protect. There’s no way I’m handing over their lives to your mercy. So, I’m left with no choice.” Solivair’s face darkened, stormy and grim. “So what you’re saying is—from now on, I’ll be the one begging you for scraps about Lynn’s whereabouts?” If he couldn’t control things through force… then he’d be the one at Arthur’s mercy?