Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 392

Jason’s pupils conuicted fiercely twice, and he reached nut angrily to pick up the phone.

Upon closer inspection, they were indeed the boxes containing his wife’s ashes and the embryo of the daughter.

In the past few years, as his power and status grew, no one dared to provoke him like this. Not to mention crossing his bottom line or mentioning his dead wife.

To dig up the graves of someone’s wife and daughter, revenge was inevitable.

Another notification sounded. Jason saw a text message on the screen of his phone.

“The ashes of your wife and daughter are in my hands. If you want to take them back, exchange them for 200 million dollars”

Jason thought. Is it that brat in the surveillance video? I am being blackmailed by a kid?

Jason was so angry that he laughed. He quickly used his phone to locate the boy’s geographical location

In recent years, the Wilson Group had focused on electronics, information, intelligence, software, and more. It was easy to locate a location using a number….

hat he had be

Jason smacked the table hard. He realized that

at the GPS on his phone had been hacked! He could not believe that he

I been hacked!

knew that Jason had the most advanced system in the world. It took the R&D team of the Wilson Group half a year to develop

was breached by the other

seemed that Jason had encountered a cough

person was definitely not afraid of anything, Jason could not gamble

mention 200 million dollars, even if it meant going bankrupt, Jason would have to pay to exchange for

suppressing the boiling anger in his chest, he typed the message: [Let’s arrange a time and place to

listened to me obediently. You had to wait for me to destroy your GPS before giving up. Do you feel better

did not

hotel in the

from the room at the end

ouch, ouch. Mommy, my ears are about to fall off.

Sophia smiled mockingly.

1. not let go of him, but

intensity of the screams suddenly rose by dozens of

that Lynn was also a

Lynn stay with this little brat, in less

son soo well!

not discipline him for three days, he would

asked, “Tell me, what kind of punishment

deserve?

little guy was so scared that he let out strange cries. Ignoring his ears that were burning with pain, he plunged

How can I tire you out? Let me give you a hug

across his scalp, wrist bones, and ankles as if she was thinking about