Chapter 275 One-Man Game
Right in that instant, Jolly called, to which Rachel answered the call. “Chris, I’ve sent some men to Westomania to rescue the child, and I’m heading there now as well. If you see Mr. Onfroy before me, be sure to tell him that his wife and child will be fine.”
“Wait, don’t come, Jolly. Have your men retreat too.” “What? Why?” “Robin’s target isn’t Mr. Onfroy, but us.”
The reason Robin set up a one-man game of abduction and blackmail was solely to draw Rachel and Jolly out. With the evidence falling right into his hands, he could deliver it to Justin and Arthur. Jason, on the other hand, sure had made full use of his hard-earned experience given how he managed to figure out the existence of the string pullers behind Phase Three Land’s drama and even figured out that Rachel and Jolly were involved.
Soon, Robin brought Mr. Onfroy and his friends to Westomania. The night had set in, and one could hardly see a thing.
“I’ve followed you here. Where’s my daughter?” Mr. Onfroy was sitting in the car, frustrated.
After putting out the cigarette in his hand, Robin threw it onto the ground before stomping on the dying ember with his leather sole. “Patience, my guy. Our guest isn’t even here yet.”
“What do you really want?”
“To put the conspiracy between you, Rachel, and the b*tch from Carter Enterprise into record, of course. Well, make sure you know what and not to say once she arrives.”
Mr. Onfroy’s face blanched. “What are you talking about? What conspiracy? Where’s my daughter?”
“Will you only regret when you see her body? Or are you sick of her? Seems to me you need some ‘incentives.'” Having said that, he revealed his phone screen to Mr. Onfroy, where his daughter’s laughter could be heard. It was a video of her daughter riding the carousel alone that afternoon.
Seeing her daughter’s figure, Mr. Onfroy was visibly triggered. “Klee!”
Robin swiftly withdrew his phone. “So what will it be? Are you going to talk?”
Gritting his teeth, Mr. Onfroy changed his decision. “I’ll talk.”
“Rachel goaded you into doing this, right? And what did she have you do?”
“Yes, it was Rachel’s instructions. She told me not to move even if it costs my life. She even fabricated a conflict to anger the demolition team, causing them to start a brawl. She told me not to resolve the matter privately no matter how bad the feud became…”
Meanwhile, Robin recorded all of Mr. Onfroy’s words with a recording pen in his hand.
“Great. Now all we have to do is await their arrival. Just repeat whatever you just said, and change not a word. Capisce? Oh, you were asking for your daughter’s whereabouts, yes?” Robin turned to a dazzling Ferris wheel far away from them. “See that? The brightest spot is where your daughter is. She’s gonna have to stay there for a while.”
Upon those words, Mr. Onfroy’s face paled.
Robin then snickered. “But don’t worry. She has friends with her.”
After a long time, vehicles could be heard outside the theme park.
“Someone’s approaching, President Gunson.”
“Aren’t they a little too late? The sky’s so dark already!” Robin smugly gazed at the theme park’s gates, while Mr. Onfroy remained shocked, not daring to raise his head.
Disorganized footsteps were nearing in toward them. “There, right there!” Before Robin realized it, he was ambushed by flashlights that illuminated their murky surroundings, followed by the close-in of a swarm of reporters. “It’s Burton Group’s President Gunson! Mr. Onfroy is here too!”
Robin was stupefied. “Why are the reporters here?”
His assistant beside him, too, panicked. “I’ve got no idea. We disclosed not a thing about this!” As he was speaking, the reporters were already raising their “weapons” at them.
“Is Burton Group blackmailing you, Mr. Onfroy?”
“Are you planning to resolve the matter by fighting it out?”
“Please say something, Mr. Onfroy. How did President Gunson bring you all the way here from the hospital?”
As the number of vehicles outside the theme park increased, so did the number of reporters.
Accordingly, Robin shot Mr. Onfroy a glare. “Say it! What are you waiting for?”
The last time Mr. Onfroy was surrounded by so many reporters was the previous night. It was the same day when the incident took place and the news broke out. The reporters jammed into the hospital ward, leaving no space to even breathe, and it didn’t take more than a couple of hours for the news to turn into a headline. Thus, Mr. Onfroy was fully aware of the potential of publicity.
All of a sudden, he staggered out of the vehicle and tugged on the reporter closest to him. Thud! He fell on his knees. “Please! Please save my daughter!”
The reporter was dumbfounded. And the next second, all of the cameras were pointing at Mr. Onfroy.
His face was blanched, and his eyes were awfully red. He then pointed at the Ferris wheel in the distance. “My daughter is kidnapped, and she’s on that Ferris wheel as we speak. Please save her! He used my daughter against me so I’d follow him here!”
The crowd gasped.
Robin, too, was shocked. He couldn’t believe what he just witnessed.
Upon Mr. Onfroy’s words, the reporters had a huge reaction. Each of them pointed their cameras at the Ferris wheel. To them, first-hand information was all that mattered to them in that instant. As the high definition cameras zoomed in on the Ferris wheel, the situation in the pod could be seen clearly.
“Yes, I see it! There’s a child up there!”
“I’ll send this to the editor right away!”
“Call the cops first!”
The situation was getting worse.
Hearing someone mentioning the cops, Robin immediately glowered and screamed at the reporters as he shoved away their cameras. “Stop filming!”
However, no one stopped to listen to him.
To the reporters, first-hand information was astronomically dearer than their own lives. They were always venturing into the most dangerous locations, yet the snaps of their cameras never stopped.
After a while, the police force and the ambulance arrived simultaneously, and Mr. Onfroy, along with his daughter, was rescued and sent to the hospital.
Mr. Onfroy took the ambulance out of the theme park. Although he was initially anxious, he quickly loosened up when he noticed Jolly was among the reporters, pretending to be one.
As expected, Burton Group was, once again, brought onto the justiciary channel. In the TV interview, Mr. Onfroy was seen holding his daughter tightly in his arms. With his reddened eyes, he angrily vented, “That Gunson guy abducted my daughter and came to the hospital, blackmailing me to follow him. And when we arrived at the theme park, he forced me to lie, and to tell everyone I was being manipulated.”
“The cops received an audio recording containing your statements. Robin Gunson gave it to us.”
“They were all the result of his coercion. My daughter was in his hands. There’s no way I’d dare to disobey him!”
Meanwhile, in the meeting room of the Burton Group’s Public Relations Department, everyone was silently watching the news. It was so quiet the flaps of a mosquito’s wings were audible. Undoubtedly, the problem they had yet to handle was once again brought up into the spotlight by the public.
Justin was utterly enraged. “Where’s Robin?”
Frankie answered, “It was said that Master Jason bailed him out, so he should be with Master Jason as we speak.”
“He left this pile of sh*t on my table, and he’s running away now?”
The staff members peered at each other.
Indeed, it was ridiculous.
