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!

that Jason had the most advanced system in the world. It took

by the other party

that Jason had encountered a cough opponent

of the other party. That person was definitely not afraid

it meant going bankrupt, Jason would have to pay to exchange for

anger in his chest, he typed the message:

an extremely arrogant tone: (At first, you should have listened to me obediently. You had to wait for me to destroy your GPS before giving up. Do you

not reply.

hotel in the eastern suburbs

from the room at the end

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

Sophia smiled mockingly.

1. Not only did she not let go of him, but she

intensity of the screams suddenly rose

that Lynn was also a fun–loving person,

Lynn stay with this little brat, in less than a week, the entire Cester City would be in a mess.

knew her son soo

for three days,

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 into Sophia’s arms and held

always huge projects. How can I tire you out? Let me give you a hug of love.”

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