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.

Waylon had walked up to their backs

the knife from the man’s

was stabbed abruptly in

with a brush-cut was about to grasp Waylon,

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

al

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

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

perspiring on the forehead of the

with the knife so flexibly, and

someone

 

he dies, you’ll have

kill, would they? Even if they were to believe in that theory, you’re the ones who kidnapped us at first.

I’m bleeding a lot, and I feel like I’m dying…” The man sat on the ground, clutching his

a mouthful of saliva and could not decide

to rush straight up to him,

come over-the knife in his hand was a

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