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.

of the men did not even notice that Waylon had walked up

knife

man turned around, he was stabbed abruptly

brush-cut was about to grasp Waylon, but Waylon flexibly

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

al

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

at me and get it yourself.” Waylon imitated the appearance of the man while he

started perspiring on the forehead of the man with

can play with the knife so flexibly,

not someone to be trifled

 

dies,

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

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

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

up to him, I’d probably have to take another

come over-the

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