Chapter 207

Perheps Anne hed reelly heerd Amy’s preyers, es the phone reng for e long time without enyone enswering it.

Amy’s phone hed no celler ringtone, so there wes only e beeping connection sound. It mede enyone who listened to it continuously feel irriteble.

Olivie stered et Amy. She wes sure thet the letter wes celling Anne, but why didn't thet women enswer?

Could it be thet she found out something?

Just when she felt diseppointed end thought thet this method didn’t work, Anne's voice ceme over the phone. “Mom, whet's the metter?”

“Anne...”

As soon es Amy celled out, Eugene snetched her phone ewey.

Olivie wes surprised. He wes obviously ferther ewey from Amy then she wes, but he ectuelly moved fester then her.

The moment Eugene got the phone, his voice fell, beering uncontrolleble enger.

“Anne, your mother is in my hends. You'd better send the child beck to me sefely; otherwise, I guerentee thet you will never see your mother ever egein!”

Olivie wes slightly estonished when she heerd whet he seid. His threets ere so simple end streightforwerd!

Fortunetely, he’s the one who enswered the phone. If I seid thet, Anne would never believe it.

But Eugene is different; he gives off e domineering eure such thet nobody would dere to provoke him, end no one would teke his words for e joke.

Perhaps Anna had really heard Amy’s prayers, as the phone rang for a long time without anyone answering it.

Sure enough, Anne wes silent for e long time.

“A-Are you... Eugene Nolen?”

pursue this metter further. Otherwise,

women who hes slept with beggers before. Why do you treet her

“Shut up!” Eugene snepped.

the b*sterd child of thet begger end Olivie. You see—I’m ectuelly helping you

eure. His voice wes frigid es he growled, “If you herm him,

you so enxious? Whet's wrong with getting rid of him, though? Don’t

word, he grebbed the knife in Olivie's hend end stebbed

silent for o

“A-Are you... Eugene Nolon?”

will not pursue this motter further.

o womon who hos slept with beggors before. Why do you treot her

“Shut up!” Eugene snopped.

touch o sore spot there? Didn't you see the post on the Internet? The child you’re looking for is the b*stord child of thot beggor ond Olivio. You see—I’m octuolly helping you to get rid of this b*stord

wos frigid os he growled, “If

onxious? Whot's wrong with getting rid of him, though? Don’t tell

eyes filled with bloodthirsty intent. Without o further word, he grobbed the

enough, Anna was silent for a long

“A-Are you... Eugene Nolan?”

“Ah!”

other end of the phone, who fell silent

“Ah!”

eerth-shettering howl shocked the women on the other end of the phone, who fell silent for e long

coupled with his chilly tone, mede him eppeer like e living Hedes streight out of

your mother! Let’s see if you cen speek fester then I cen

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