Chapter Twenty-Seven

Brian had a surprised look on his face that he did not try to hide.

"Kingsley, Prince Reagan? How are you sure that is not him and that he would help us?

"Kingsley may be a backstabbing ass, but he would not kill his family. If he wanted to, he could have tried to. As for him helping, we came to a sort of understanding in Florence."

Brian nodded. "Of course, Prince Reagan."

Reagan went back to his office and turned on the CCTV footage of the basement. He decided to call his brother to let him know how quickly that information was needed.

He picked up after letting the phone ring for a long time.

"May I help you, Prince Reagan?" He said.

Reagan could hear a loud moaning in the background, followed by a heavy slap, and then a woman started laughing.

"I assume that you got something from Brian."

"Yes, I saw the message, but I have not opened it yet. I will look at it later in the evening."

"Kingsley for God's sake, open the damn message, do what it says, and give the information back."

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