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!

advanced system in the world. It took the

it was breached by the other party in a few minutes.

had encountered a cough

of the other party. That person was definitely not afraid of anything, Jason could not gamble

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

in his chest, he

replied with an extremely arrogant tone: (At first, you should have listened to me obediently. You had to wait

not

hotel in the eastern

loud squeal came from the room at the end of

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

Sophia smiled mockingly.

1. him, but she also increased the strength of her

the intensity of the screams

her assistant, Lynn Chambers to come to Cester City. However, considering that Lynn was also a fun–loving person, Sophia changed her

with this little brat, in less than

son soo

days, he would

“Tell me, what kind of punishment do you think you

deserve?

strange cries. Ignoring his ears that were burning with

punishments are always huge projects. How can I tire

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