A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 192

The kidnapper’s call had Yvan and the team of special unit detectives wound up tight as a drum. The moment the phone rang, Yvan shot up from his chair and answered, “Name your price, but don’t you dare hurt that kid!”

“Ha–ha-ha, who knew the stone–cold Yvan could have a soft spot? I’d love to hear you beg. Come on, kid, tell your daddy goodnight.”

At 4 a.m., Logan’s voice came through the line, tearful and choked, “Dad… help…”

It had been ages since he’d called out for his dad. Now, the word ‘dad‘ was like a dagger to Yvan’s heart. He felt his blood run backwards, and his eyes, those of a grown man, reddened. “Hang in there, son. Daddy’s coming to save you.”

The thug snatched the phone back, demanded a staggering fifty million, and gave Yvan the location for the exchange before hanging up. The cold tone of the disconnected call echoed in Yvan’s ears, his hand trembling as he held the phone.

Carl had rushed over in the dead of night upon hearing about the trouble at Yvan’s place. Now, standing by his side, he watched Yvan, eyes red, turn to him and bark, “Get the fifty million ready! Now!”

Only when facing the potential loss of someone dear do all the powers and status in the world amount to a cruel joke.

Once a man dies, he’s left with nothing.

way there under cover of darkness to set up a discreet ambush. Plainclothes officers began

exchange time, but he couldn’t wait. Logan’s life was hanging by

son’s life.

– could any amount buy a second chance

was on the grill, being seared over and over. He stood

plan: take the money, split up into three groups, the one with the cash taking to the sea, the others

Yvan, Logan

like a razor. He approached, carrying several cases filled with cash and set a few more at his

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blood, the sight of which seared Yvan’s eyes. Without a second thought, he

quickly, a few stepped forward to collect the cases, not bothering