The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 558

Rachel blinked, caught off guard. "What did you just say?"

Keen glanced anxiously between the adults, utterly lost as to what they meant. But there was one thing he'd heard clearly: Rachel had said that the kidnapper knew his mother.

And come to think of it, the way the kidnapper treated his mom was very different from how he treated him or Rachel-nowhere near as harsh.

Keen's mind whirled, struggling to make sense of it all. He opened his mouth to speak, but then saw Stella's face grow grim as she quickened her pace, practically dragging him along.

Keen hustled to keep up, his small legs moving as fast as they could.

Ever since the kidnapper had demanded she bring the ransom herself, Stella had sensed something was off about the whole situation. Keen had gone out with plenty of people before and never been kidnapped-so why did it happen when he was with Rachel? That kind of coincidence was hard to swallow.

Others might not know Rachel's true character, but Stella knew her all too well.

When she'd first seen Rachel after the abduction, Rachel looked disheveled but not the least bit flustered. It was nothing like the frantic, reckless girl who'd once stabbed Haynes.

Lind had agreed almost instantly-far too easily, Stella thought,

was no point pretending anymore; he practically admitted it openly. And that little speech earlier? It was probably meant for

to be pinning the blame for the kidnapping on Stella. But if Stella thought deeper, maybe Rachel was just using this as a

the kidnapper had been in cahoots, that they'd fallen out over the loot, and in a fit of rage, the kidnapper

looked at it, both

son's life on a

Stella pulled Keen along, heading quickly for the exit, Lind just watched with a careless grin, making no move to stop

when Lind finally called out, "Ms. Cameron, have your son stand in the middle of the lot In a moment, Haynes will get to choose. Whoever he picks gets to leave

"Can't you let Keen go first? He's just a

shrugged. "I thought it over. Releasing them one by one is just too much hassle. Might as

sank. So much

nor did she bother arguing. She'd never

a kidnapper's promises anyway.

she hesitated, Lind

pistol