Chapter Two.

LEONARD.

“Hmmmmmm,” Lisa—or Lizzy, or whatever her name was—moaned as I continued to thrust into her.

“Oooh, Leo, I’m coming!” I quickened my pace, and just as I felt myself about to climax, I pulled out quickly and finished on her lap. She slumped back on the bed, breathing heavily, and I lay down beside her.

“That was amazing,” she said, but before I could respond, my phone started ringing. I sat up, grabbed it from the bedside table, and answered without looking at the caller ID.

“Leonard Smiths, where the hell are you?” a voice I recognized yelled, making me roll my eyes.

“I’m busy, Dad.”

“Busy, you say? Do you have any idea what’s happening? Your grandma hasn’t been home since last night!” He yelled, and the mention of my grandma made me jerk upright. I love my grandma dearly, and I hoped nothing was wrong.

“What happened to grandma?” I asked, hurriedly throwing on my shorts.

“She left for one of those social gatherings of hers and didn’t come home. I called Mrs. Dwayne, and she said your grandma left early, she’s supposed to be home, but she isn’t,” my dad explained. I’ve told grandma not to attend those boring gatherings, but she never listens.

“Have you tried calling her?” I asked, feeling anxious.

“Yes, but all my calls went to voicemail.”

“What about the cops? Do you think one of your rivals might be involved?” I asked, knowing that Dad, as the president, has many enemies.

“I don’t know, but the police are on it,” he replied.

“Okay, I’ll be home in five or ten minutes.”

“Please take care and avoid any trouble with the police,” Dad said. I chuckled at that.

“I’ve heard you, Dad.” He hung up, and I grabbed my other phone and my car keys. I needed to get home quickly; I wanted to be there when they found grandma.

“Are you leaving now?” Lizzy asked, her voice dripping with annoyance. I rolled my eyes.

“Here,” I said, handing her my bank card. “The PIN is 0566. You can keep all the money in there, and let’s make sure we don’t cross paths again.” I rushed out of the hotel room, put on my mask, took the underground parking garage, and jumped into my Bugatti Veyron before driving off.

I’m Leonard Smiths—a musician and sometimes an actor. I have a twin brother, Liam, and a cute little sister whose dream is to travel around the world. No one knows I’m the president’s son; they don’t even know my full name. I go by the stage name Leo Smiths. As I mentioned, grandma is my priority; she comes before everything else.

Grandma is closer to me than my own mother, and my relationship with my mom is… complicated. I’ve always felt uncertain about whether she loves me or Liam more. All I know is that our mother-son relationship isn’t close. I sighed as I drove, praying for grandma's safety. Exactly ten minutes later, I arrived home.

“Welcome, sir,” our butler, Williams, greeted me. I nodded, smiled at him, and handed him my car keys before walking into the sitting room. There, I saw everyone: Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Liam, and some police officers.

“What’s the progress?” I asked as I sank into the couch.

“We don’t know anything yet. The police are doing everything they can. They’re checking hospitals, towns, and everywhere,” Mom replied tiredly. Though I couldn’t tell if she genuinely cared, one thing I know about her is that she loves power. Since grandma, the pillar of our family, is missing, I couldn’t say for certain if my mom was honestly panicking or simply faking it.

“Don’t worry, Mom. She’s going to be fine,” I reassured her, rubbing her back.

“Hey, Liam, how was your surgery?” I turned to my twin brother, who is a doctor—specifically a surgeon. Dad and Mom had always urged us to choose respectable careers to uphold the family name. But I, being the ‘rebel’ as Mom often calls me, chose acting instead. When Mom found out, she was furious.

She insisted I change my major, but I refused. Grandma was the only one who supported my decision. I had no interest in the complex calculations of traditional careers, so I pursued a career in entertainment, becoming known as Leo Smiths to keep my family’s identity private.

“It was successful,” Liam replied with a small smile, the brainiac.

The head of the police received a call and answered immediately, silencing everyone in the room. After a brief conversation, he hung up and faced us.

“There’s good news,” he said. We leaned in, eager to hear more.

“A doctor just reported a case of a woman in her mid-seventies who was seriously injured. She suspects it might be related to a kidnapping and assault,” he continued.

“How do we know she’s talking about my grandma?” Liam asked.

“One of my team just confirmed she’s the one from the picture you provided,” the officer replied.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” I exclaimed.