After Having a Dream, I Became Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child-Chapter 435 - 411: Kidnapping at Cloud Lake Villa_3

"Later, I contacted Faye Manor, and only then did I learn from him that the Carter Family’s situation is quite severe this time, with Charles Smith determined to crush them."

Emily Parker’s tone deepened, "Faye Manor’s parents have already issued a strict order, forbidding their siblings from getting involved with the Carter Family. Faye Manor sneaked out, and Liliana is still locked up in the Manor Family’s villa, her phone confiscated, and she can’t get out at all."

Maria Carter and Mrs. Carter were full of surprise upon hearing this, not expecting Faye Manor to go against his family’s wishes to help them.

Emily Parker only learned from contacting Faye Manor that for the past few days, he had been secretly arranging for people to protect their mother and son.

The security of Emily Parker’s home was very thorough, and no one could break in, but compared to that, the security at Cloud Lake Villa was much weaker.

Emily Parker felt that The Smith Family would target Celeste, so she immediately asked Faye Manor to dispatch people over, just in time to witness the scene earlier.

"Mom, you guys should come stay at my place for now." Emily Parker glanced over the mess in the living room and, thinking of the ruthlessness of The Smith Family, made a decisive decision.

Cloud Lake Villa was no longer safe, and at the moment, the only place that could protect them was her own residence.

Mrs. Carter and Maria Carter did not hesitate at all; Emily Parker’s proposal was the most reassuring option for them at the moment.

The three immediately divided tasks and quickly packed their personal belongings without staying too long, and followed Emily Parker back to her apartment.

On the way, Emily Parker specifically instructed Faye Manor to arrange for personnel to be near the apartment, ensuring everyone’s safety in the future.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the security bureau, in a small, airtight dark room, Carlos leaned against the cold wall, resting with his eyes closed.

A whole day had passed without a drop of water to quench his thirst or a bite of food to satisfy his hunger. Not a glimmer of light penetrated in, only endless darkness wrapping him tightly.

He tried to distinguish time, but all he could hear was his own heavy breathing and the occasional distant footsteps, each sound amplifying the oppressive darkness. Yet, even so, there was no panic in his eyes. He kept his eyes closed, rapidly sorting through the details of how the Carter Clan was framed in his mind.

He couldn’t fall. The Carter Family was waiting for him to return, and Celeste and his family needed him even more.

There was also Emily Parker. She and the child still needed protection, and he didn’t know if that kid Faye Manor was looking after them well.

At this moment, a soft click sounded at the door, and someone turned the lock, opening it.

A weak beam of light squeezed through the crack in the door, casting a long shadow on the ground.

A tall, slender figure walked in against the light, and the voice was as cold as ice: "Carlos."

It was Charles Smith’s voice.

Charles Smith walked to the center of the room, looking condescendingly at Carlos, who was curled up in the corner, speaking bluntly.

"I’m here to show you a ’bright path.’ Admit to the smuggling charge obediently, sign this confession, the Carter Clan Group will follow the nationalization process, and I can ensure you face lesser punishment."

The calculation in his words was obvious, and Carlos slowly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, his gaze was still sharp, sweeping over the document Charles Smith handed over, his tone cold and hard: "I will never admit to something I didn’t do. Dream on if you want to swallow the Carter Clan."

Seeing his stubborn refusal, the patience on Charles Smith’s face waned a bit, and he moved a step closer, his voice wrapped in threat: "Refusing to admit? Aren’t you concerned about your family’s safety? Especially your precious daughter, Celeste, right?"

"Celeste?" Carlos suddenly looked up, his body instinctively leaning forward, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes. He stared at Charles Smith and asked in a deep voice, "What do you plan to do to Celeste?"

Charles Smith suddenly laughed, the smile not reaching his eyes, full of mockery: "Don’t worry, your daughter is fine and hasn’t been wronged."

He changed his tone, bending down to pick up the document from the ground, throwing it in front of Carlos again, the paper landing on the cold floor,

"But whether she continues to be fine depends entirely on you. If you don’t want anything to happen to her, then sign this document now."

The certainty in Charles Smith’s eyes was undeniable, feeling confident of victory.

As long as he had a hold on Celeste, Carlos would inevitably yield, his greatest weakness was his family.

And Emily Parker, that troublesome woman, as long as Celeste was in his hands, she would also bow down and compromise sooner or later.

By that time, Carlos confesses, the Carter Clan gets nationalized, control Emily Parker, all his obstacles would obediently fall in line, and the situation in Zylos would be dictated by him, Charles Smith.

He leaned over, looking at the still-silent Carlos, his tone full of assurance: "Think carefully, don’t regret it when something really happens, it will be too late."