Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 490: The Kidnapping

Chapter 490: The Kidnapping

Ella screamed in terror, "Elias!"

Eric spun around, his eyes blazing with fury. Without hesitation, he hurled his phone at one of the black-clad men. Unfortunately, despite the blow, the man grimaced through the pain, hauling the unconscious Elias into the truck. The vehicle roared to life and sped away!

"Brother!" Dorian cried out, panic-stricken. Ella scooped him up and dashed forward, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the truck’s taillights disappearing into the distance.

Eric had already jumped into their car, slamming the accelerator as he took off in hot pursuit.

Ella stood trembling, overwhelmed by the nightmare that had unfolded in mere seconds. She had always been cautious, anticipating potential dangers. But some man-made disasters defied all precautions. Onlookers gathered, murmuring anxiously about what had just transpired.

Tears filled Dorian’s eyes. "Mommy... they took Brother! Will Daddy be able to bring him back?"

Ella looked into her son’s tearful eyes, her own heart breaking. She nodded firmly, willing strength into her voice.

"Daddy is amazing. He’ll definitely bring Brother back!"

With that, she hurried to retrieve Eric’s discarded phone and called John. Her voice was shaky but resolute as she instructed him to dispatch reinforcements to intercept the unmarked truck.

John was stunned but quickly grasped the gravity of the situation. Without hesitation, he mobilized his team in the direction Ella indicated.

Meanwhile, the four bodyguards remained unconscious on the ground, their faces pale and still. Ella deduced that the mascot-suited individuals must have drugged them, rendering them defenseless and making the kidnapping all too easy.

She cradled the sobbing Dorian tightly, her own heart heavy with anguish. Elias had been taken, and the helplessness clawed at her like a vice.

"Don’t cry... Brother will be back soon. Daddy will bring him home to us," she reassured Dorian, though her voice trembled with barely concealed fear and pain. Her eldest son being taken like this felt like her heart was being ripped apart.

"It’s all my fault!" Dorian wailed. "If I... if I hadn’t asked Mommy and Daddy to take me out to play, this wouldn’t have happened!"

Ella kissed the tears off his cheeks. "It’s not your fault, baby. Not at all..."

As John’s reinforcements arrived at the zoo, Ella anxiously awaited updates. Eric’s phone was still in her hand, leaving her without any contact or news from him. The suspense was unbearable.

Meanwhile, Eric pushed his Lamborghini to its limits, racing after the speeding truck.

His forehead was drenched with sweat, his palms clammy as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. His heart pounded furiously, every nerve in his body taut with tension. He couldn’t afford a single misstep—not when his son’s life was at stake.

Fear gnawed at him as he watched the truck swerve recklessly through traffic. If something happens to that truck... Elias is in there!

Eric’s car weaved dangerously close to oncoming traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions. Furious drivers shouted curses, but their voices faded into the distance as his car sped away.

"That guy’s insane!"

"Is he trying to kill himself? Racing like that in this traffic?"

"Must be some rich guy in a Lamborghini. Figures."

Ignoring the onlookers’ comments, Eric’s focus remained laser-sharp, though his body was drenched in cold sweat. His nerves felt like they were about to snap, but he couldn’t let up—not when he was so close to catching the truck.

But even as he closed the gap, a chilling realization hit him. What then? What can I do if I catch up? These guys are reckless... they’re driving as if they have nothing to lose.

Suddenly, a car heading in the opposite direction swerved too close and sideswiped Eric’s vehicle with a sickening crunch!

Eric groaned as his car slammed into the base of the mountainside.

The vehicles behind him, already slowed down by the reckless truck, avoided a pileup as Eric’s car came to a stop, mangled but not causing further accidents.

A persistent buzzing filled Eric’s ears, and for a moment, his entire body felt heavy and unresponsive. When his senses returned, he realized the front of his Lamborghini was utterly destroyed.

"Elias... Elias!" he shouted hoarsely, his breath ragged and eyes bloodshot.

His sons were his life, and now Elias had been kidnapped right in front of him. The thought tore through him with fury and despair.

Just then, a car screeched to a halt nearby. John jumped out, rushing toward Eric.

"Mr. Nelson! Are you okay?" John called out, his face etched with worry.

Eric’s expression twisted with desperation and rage as he barked, "Go—chase that unmarked truck! Now!"

John approached, noticing the blood trickling down Eric’s forehead. "Boss, don’t panic. I’ve already stationed people at checkpoints to stop that truck."

Eric’s chest heaved as he tried to steady his breath, silently praying for Elias’s safety.

High-end cars like his were built for durability, and while the car was totaled, it had spared him from any severe injury. The minor cut on his forehead was a small price to pay.

John couldn’t help but recall an incident five years ago on Stone Sea North Road, where a speeding luxury car had collided with a taxi. The crash caused a fire that claimed the lives of three passengers in the taxi, but the luxury car’s driver walked away unscathed. Such was the stark difference between expensive and ordinary vehicles.

Despite his injuries, Eric climbed out of his wrecked car and immediately got into John’s vehicle, yelling, "Drive!"

John’s scalp tingled with unease, but he understood Eric’s urgency. A parent’s anguish over their kidnapped child was impossible to ignore.

They raced down Northern Bay Loop Road and all the way to the coast before finally spotting the truck parked near the roadside. Police officers were questioning the driver.

"Mr. Nelson!" one officer called out as Eric stormed toward the scene, his face dark with fury.

Eric grabbed the truck driver by the collar, his voice a guttural roar. "Where the hell is my son? Where are those bastards? Talk, or I’ll make you regret it!"

The driver’s face turned pale, his voice trembling. "Sir... you’ve got it wrong! I was kidnapped too! They stopped my truck at gunpoint, forced me to drive to the zoo... I swear, I had no choice! Please don’t hurt me—I’m just a driver!"

Eric’s knuckles tightened before he swung a fist into the man’s chest, sending him stumbling backward.

John and Michael quickly intervened, pulling Eric back as they pressed the driver for more information. "What about the child? Where did they get out of the truck?"

The driver, still trembling, stammered, "I-I told the police already. At Seabreeze Corner... at the intersection. They told me to stop the truck there... I was so scared they’d kill me! After they got out, I didn’t dare look up or follow them..."

His face was ashen, and his entire body quivered from fear. Eric’s punch had been brutal, and the man, a simple truck driver used to long hauls, was unaccustomed to this level of violence.

"You don’t need to worry," said a familiar voice. Warren, who had arrived on the scene, approached and clapped a reassuring hand on Eric’s shoulder. "We’ve got units combing the area around Seabreeze Corner."

Eric’s breathing was labored, his eyes glinting with unbridled fury. "Those bastards... they took my son right in front of me!"

Warren nodded sympathetically, his voice steady but firm. "Whoever’s behind this isn’t an ordinary group. They have the resources and guts to challenge you. But this time, you need to make an example of them. Strike hard, and make sure no one dares to try this again."