Son-In-Law Madness

With that said, Yoel ended the call and sent a text message with account information to Jamie's phone.

“Old Mr. Webber, did something happen to Mr. Webber?” Immediately after asking that question, Zeke received a hard slap on the face from Jamie.

“Are you seriously asking me what happened? Didn't you always tell me that all your men were experts? Yoel's been kidnapped, and the other party is asking for fifty million. Maybe you can tell me if I should pay the ransom.”

I can't believe there's anyone in Pollerton who dares to kidnap Mr. Webber. Do they have a death wish or something? With a deep voice, Zeke reassured, “Don't worry, Old Mr. Webber. I'll send my people to find Mr. Webber right away. Nothing will happen to him!”

After some thought, Jamie lifted his head to look at Lazarus. “I'm sorry, Mr. Saunders, but we won't consider buying Rapture for now. I have personal matters to attend to, and I hope you understand.”

Lazarus suddenly lost his composure when he saw Jamie taking the bundles of cash away from the table and putting them back into his briefcase.

At first, he was planning to negotiate with Jamie so that he could earn more.

To Lazarus' surprise, negotiating was no longer an option after Jamie answered the phone call.

“Mr. Webber, I heard that your son has been kidnapped. I happened to have capable men working for me, so maybe you should let me come along and deal with the situation for you. Getting your son is what matters the most now. We can talk business later,” suggested Lazarus.

“Mr. Saunders, my son means the world to me, so I'm grateful that you're willing to help. However, now is indeed not the time to talk business,” responded Jamie.

After putting the twenty million away, Jamie left the presidential suite with the briefcase. I have to deposit the twenty million first and get the remaining thirty million transferred over.

Meanwhile, in the bar, Donald held a bloody dagger in one hand and a glass of cocktail in the other.

Juliette thought Donald was an ordinary customer, but she soon realized she had gravely misjudged him.

The fact that Donald had the guts to treat Yoel so cruelly was enough to convince Juliette that Donald was a big shot.

“It's been twenty-seven minutes, boy. Your father isn't going to abandon you, is he?” questioned Donald.

There were already five cuts on Yoel's thigh when he threatened through gritted teeth, “I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you! If you dare lay a finger on me, my father will ensure you never leave Pollerton alive!”

Picking his ear, Donald calmly responded, “I've already cut you several times, yet your father's still nowhere to be seen. Maybe I should just drop the fifty million and bleed you dry instead.”