Chapter 1382 A Treat
The country was completely cut off from the world. No foreigner could enter, and that meant the police couldn’t communicate with the officials from Turlen. That, in turn, meant they couldn’t help Arielle.
Both police officers felt awkward.
If the police were to sneak into Turlen, a simple kidnapping would escalate into an international political war. Those with malicious intentions could take advantage of the situation.
“You don’t need to worry about her. I will find some way to bring her home,” replied Vinson calmly. He saw how troubled the police officers were, so he spoke up to help them out.
“Okay, then. If you need any help at all, please call us,” offered a police officer before leaving the house.
The police hadn’t gone for long when Susanne showed up. She looked worried when she turned to Vinson, who was sitting on the couch at the time. “Geoffrey said the police were here. Is that true? What brought them over?”
“I leaked the news of Sannie’s abduction to the media, so they dropped by to learn more about the situation.”
“Well, are they going to help us?” asked Susanne. She wanted to know more about Vinson’s plans because she didn’t want him to go on a rescue mission on his own.
At Turlen.
Inside the bar, Xavier grinned as he watched Dillon approach. It had been days since the former had canceled on the latter, and he had been thinking about making up for it for days. Unfortunately, too many things happened afterward, so he kept forgetting about it. The second he was free, however, he picked up the phone and asked Dillon out for a drink.
“Eric, my man! It’s so difficult to get you to show up these days,” teased Dillon as he tapped lightly on his friend’s shoulder.
“I’ve been busy lately.”
As soon as the two men sat down, Xavier waved to get the server over. “What would you like to drink? I’ll treat you.”
After they placed their orders, Dillon said seriously, “Let me pay for everything the next time we hang out together. I live here, so let me be a good host to you.”
He treasured their friendship since Xavier had helped him when he was in trouble.
“Okay, if you say so,” replied Xavier while smiling. If paying for my drinks makes him feel better, then I’ll just sit back and let him pick up the tab. At worst, I’ll just buy him some gifts before I leave.
Dillon was as nice as he had ever been. “Eric, you should stay at my place. My parents would welcome you as our guest.”
“Oh, maybe I’ll do that when I’m free.” Xavier didn’t want to risk getting Dillon into trouble. Besides, it was more convenient to stay in a hotel.
“What are you here for, Eric? You can talk to me if you need any help at all. I will do everything I can to help you,” promised Dillon in a sincere tone as he looked right at Xavier.
The Turlenian wouldn’t sit idly if his benefactor—who was practically family—needed help.
Xavier said nothing because the server showed up at that moment.
In the past, Xavier had always thought that Dillon was a kind person. He’s more than just a nice guy. He’s also observant and smart. Good. I don’t have to worry about him getting bullied.
“Thank you for asking. I promise I will turn to you if I need help.” He had always seen Dillon as a younger brother, so he refused to put the guy in danger.
“My family is rather influential, so just tell me if you need any help at all. You don’t need to feel bad or worry about getting us in trouble,” offered Dillon once more.
