Chapter 472 Wesley Can't Escape

William removed his foot from Marcel's throat a few seconds later and turned to walk to his car. It was a waste of time to deal with him here. Lyle had many ways to make him talk. Hopefully, a few hours with him would loosen Marcel's tongue. Lyle nonchalantly gestured to his men. They immediately came over, bounded Marcel's hands and feet, and taped his mouth shut. Then, they tossed him into the trunk. Lyle took the towel that one of his men handed to him and wiped his face and hair before climbing into the Maybach. He asked, "Will, what's the plan?" Raindrops clung to William's mono eyelids, which looked like razors. He cast a glance at the tumultuous weather. Visibility was low, so flying was logically out of the question. However, Wesley knew that the longer they stayed at Capebatt City, the higher the chance of William finding him. So, it was more likely that he would insist on flying. William said in a deep voice, “Ashton, call Jayden. He has connections in the aviati