Chapter 62

“You… You’re Mr. Nolan Goldmann, aren’t you? If… If… If you want to save these kids, pay us $ 1,600,000. Otherwise, we’ll kill them!”

Nolan’s cold eyes became extremely sulky and stern as he glanced at Quincy, who was standing next to him. 1

Quincy seemed to have understood something, grabbed his coat, and left the office with Nolan.

“I’ll pay you the ransom that you asked for. However, if the kids were to get even a tiny scratch on them, brace yourself to die in pieces.” Nolan left a threat behind and then hung up.

He handed the phone to Quincy. “Trace the call back to its origin.”

The man who had gotten hung up walked to the man with a brush-cut. “Bro, Mr. Goldmann is actually going to pay us the money!”

The man with a brush-cut did not utter a single word, even though the response did catch him off guard.

‘Mr. Goldmann is willing to pay $1,600,000 in exchange for the children.

While the man with a brush-cut was pondering about something, Waylon had already managed to cut the rope.

not even notice that Waylon had walked up to their backs because they had their backs to

knife from the

he was stabbed abruptly in the stomach by

you…” The man with a brush-cut was about to grasp Waylon, but Waylon flexibly

ferocity gave the man with a brush-cut a shock that was enough to send a sheer coldness

al

the man did not dare to move hastily but approached him carefully. “Scoundrel, if you

you think you’re good enough to one-up me, come at me and get it yourself.” Waylon imitated the appearance of the man while he was playing with the knife in

forehead of the

so flexibly, and that loser has

is not someone to be

 

he dies, you’ll have

believe in that theory, you’re the ones

dying…” The man sat on

mouthful of saliva and could not decide what to do for

to him, I’d probably have to take

knew that the man would not dare to come over-the knife in his hand was a perfect

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