Victor shot him an impatient look, "Seriously? You couldn't even dress properly? Is this how you show respect?"

Chris looked like a mess. His usually neat hair was all over the place, his clothes were a disaster, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days-pale and exhausted.

"I don't care about that right now," Chris snapped, "Where is she?"

"I sent her awvay!" Victor's eyes were cold as ice. "You're willing to throw away your reputation for a woman? That's just pathetic!"

"Where did you send her?" Chris's face turned stone cold.

"Somewhere you'll never find," Victor's gaze was sharp as he waved his hand. "Take him away and lock him up."

Chris glared at the bodyguards, his presence so intimidating that they hesitated to move.

Just then, Diana rushed over, "Dad, what's happening?"

"Ask your son!" Victor huffed and turned away.

Diana's face went pale. Seeing Chris's defiant stance, she was furious.

"Why are you being so stubborn, making your grandfather this mad?"

"Grandpa, where is she?" Chris demanded, stepping closer. "If you don't tell me,I'll find her myself!"

"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting?" Diana was nearly losing it.

Victor waved his hand dismissively, "Get out!"

Diana begged Victor to change his mind, but he was firm and unyielding.

Meanwhile, Amelia was already on a plane to Celestria.

She stared out the window at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling a bit lost.

She was going abroad, and it was Victor who sent her away. How absurd.

She touched her belly, unsure if she had achieved what she wanted.

Two days later, she arrived at a secluded island in Celestria, realizing it was a private island Victor had bought when he was young,beautifully developed.

Holly Reyes, a kind woman in her forties, was the housekeeper responsible for taking care of her.

Holly was very warm and friendly to Amelia, unlike other Spencer family servants who treated people differently based on their status. No wonder Victor had chosen her.

Amelia's stay on the island cut off her contact with the outside world,but Holly promised to provide updates on the people she wanted to know about. So, every two days, Amelia would ask about Sophia and Owen,occasionally about Lucius, but never mentioned Chris.

The island was stunning, and on sunny days, the sea appeared a jelly-like light blue. Walking on the beach, with the seawater soaking her ankles, it felt like it could wash away all worries.

She wasn't allowed to contact the outside world, so she could only paint to

relieve her loneliness.

She painted many beautiful seascapes, and sometimes,when she was in the mood. she would paint one for Holly, who often marveled at the privilege of having someone as talented as Amelia paint for her.

But gradually, Amelia began to feel inexplicably irritable.

She had a nagging impulse to ask about Chris. After all, they had been out of touch for two weeks. She wondered if he had started a new life or was looking for her.

But Holly never volunteered any information. One day, Amelia couldn't take it anymore and asked, but Holly dodged the question and wouldn't give a straight answer.

Amelia sensed something was off.

"What's going on with him? What happened? Why don't you tell me?"She snapped at Holly for the first time.

Holly,looking helpless, fimally told the truth, "Mr. Chris Spencer has been searching for you all over the world, using a lotof resources and power,which really ticked off Mr. Victor Spencer. He had him dragged back and locked up."

Amelia was stunned, thinking she must have misheard.

"What are you talking about?" Her face was a mix of confusion and disbelief.

Holly sighed and didn't repeat herself.

Amelia sat alone for a long time, trying to wrap her head around Chris's

actions.

Did he really think she was that important? What a joke.

Meanwhile, back at the Spencer Mansion.

Lucius brought a bunch of food and took the private elevator down to the third basement level.

There were fifteen top-notch bodyguards here, all ex-special forces. Victor had never been willing to use them before, but now he unexpectedly used them on his own grandson.

These guys formed two layers of human shields. No matter how strong Chris was,he couldn't break out.

Plus, Victor had drugged him with a muscle-weakening agent, leaving him with less than a third of his strength.

When Lucius showed up, the bodyguards all stepped aside, making way for him.

At the end of the corridor, Chris sat against the wall, looking like an angry leopard, making everyone too scared to get close.

Lucius raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Chris, I brought you some food."

His tone was almost pitying, like he was talking to a beaten opponent.

Chris slowly lifted his eyelids, "What do you want?"

He straightened up, refusing to lose his pride and self-esteem in front of his old rival.

Lucius said casually, "I want to see the joke you make of yourself."

Chris instantly lost it, jumping up and punching the thick glass door.

With a loud crash, the door shattered, and his hand was covered in glass shards,bleeding everywhere.

The medical staff nearby rushed over to treat his wound, but he shoved them away.

Unfortunately, his punch couldn't reach Lucius's face.

They were separated by a cage made of special materials.

Chris had never been beaten this badly. But he wouldn't admit Lucius had won.

"Fuck off!" He growled through gritted teeth.

Lucius's mockery was obvious, "I've never seen you like this."

But there was no extra joy on his face. It seemed like everything he had finally gotten wasn't as great as he thought.

He had what he wanted, but he had also pushed Amelia out of his life forever.

He wasn't sure if it was worth it.

"Are you planning to go on a hunger strike?" Lucius taunted, "If you think that'll make Dad soften up, you're wrong. He hates being threatened."

With that,he left.

Chris stayed silent for a long time, until someone gave him a sedative, and under its influence, he fell into a deep sleep.

When Chris opened his eyes again, Diana and Leila were sitting by his bed,worried. They kept calling his name, looking both upset and concerned,which made Chris even more irritable.

But then he realized he had been released.

"Move." He got up and tried to run.