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 to their backs

snatched the knife from

he was stabbed abruptly in

was about to grasp Waylon, but Waylon flexibly grabbed

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

al

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

at me and get it yourself.” Waylon imitated

sweat started perspiring on the forehead of

so flexibly,

someone

he dies, you’ll

you’re the ones who kidnapped us at first. We killed you because we were threatened, that’s categorized as legitimate self-defense.” Waylon looked

I feel like I’m dying…” The man sat on the ground,

with a brush-cut gulped a mouthful of saliva and could not decide what

rush straight up to him, I’d probably have

to come over-the knife in his hand was

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