Maxwell' POV
"Sir, I think they kidnapped your son for money. They took him since yesterday and have refused to let him go." The driver continued, lying through his teeth.
I spun toward Greg - the driver, horror flooding through me. "That's not true! They didn't take me, I chose to go with them!"
But my father wasn't listening to me. His attention was fixed on Kennedy and Olivia. He pulled out his phone, already dialing.
"Dad, no! You don't understand…"
"Security," my father said into the phone, his voice cold. "I need you at the state library, back alley. Immediately. I have two minors who need to be detained until the police arrive."
"WHAT?" Kennedy's face went white. "Sir, we didn't…"
"Kidnapping a minor is a federal offense," my father continued, as if Kennedy hadn't spoken. "Holding him against his will. Influencing him to lie to his family. I'll be pressing full charges."
