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

knife from the man’s

man turned around, he was stabbed abruptly in the stomach by

brush-cut was about to grasp Waylon, but Waylon flexibly

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

al

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

it yourself.” Waylon imitated the appearance of the man while he was playing with the knife

forehead of the man with

play with the knife so flexibly, and

someone

dies,

if they were to believe in that theory, you’re the ones who kidnapped

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

man with a brush-cut gulped a mouthful of saliva

rush straight up to him, I’d probably have to take another

the man would not dare to come over-the knife in

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