Chapter 1695

Frank pulled off the white mask, revealing a middle-aged man's sharp, handsome features. Despite his age, his skin was smooth and unlined, exuding a steady and commanding presence. "Where's Lyra?" Charlie demanded. His voice was tight with urgency. He had no time for Frank's games—every second wasted put Lyra in more danger. Frank leaned back in the chair. The hall was cavernous and solemn, like a church. It placed him high on a dais, forcing Charlie to crane his neck to look up at him. Frank said slowly, "She's with me. If you want her back, you'll have to bring me something in return." "What did you just say?" Charlie scoffed as if he'd just heard a joke. "An exchange? Lyra is not some object to trade! You kidnapped her—do you even realize what you've done? This is illegal! "And let me remind you, she's your future daughter-in-law. Why would you stoop this low?" "Lyra is nothing but a branch of the Spencer family. Of all the people you could fall for, you chose her? The S