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.

even notice that Waylon had walked up to their backs because they had their backs to

snatched the knife

he was stabbed abruptly in the stomach by

was about to grasp Waylon, but

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

al

feeling the excruciating pain, the man did not dare to move hastily but approached him carefully. “Scoundrel, if you don’t

Waylon imitated the appearance of the man

the forehead of the

kid can play with the knife so flexibly, and that loser has

not someone to be trifled

 

dies, you’ll

were to believe in that theory, you’re the ones who kidnapped

lot, and I feel like I’m dying…” The man sat on the ground, clutching his wound. His hands were

brush-cut gulped a mouthful of saliva and could not decide what to

straight up to

knew that the man would not dare to come over-the knife in his

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