The young man ignored their looks and thoughts, and directly started undressing.
"Afraid of death and still running with the crowd! Taking off clothes isn’t going to kill her! You’re scared by just a few words from her! What a waste!"
He cursed foully.
Sophia Lowell shivered; she knew she couldn’t struggle. The more she struggled, the more frequently she got hit.
Before the words were finished, Sophia’s coat was already pulled off to her arms. Because her hands were tied behind the chair, the coat was stuck around her waist.
She was wearing a high-neck underneath, and he couldn’t take it off. So he took out a military knife from the back pocket of his pants.
Sophia was scared dumb, tears streaming down her face...
"Hey, how much do you want? I can give you money, just don’t use the knife, alright..." she pleaded.
The young man smirked, placing one foot on her leg, bending down, and tapped her face with the shiny military knife.
Sophia trembled all over, the cold military knife gleaming nacingly. She was really afraid of his reckless moves.
She kept her eyes tightly shut, muttering: "I can give you any amount of money, please, just don’t kill ..."
The young man sneered, tugging at her high neck with one hand and cutting it open with the knife in the other.
"Missy, don’t move around. Knives don’t have eyes, don’t want to ss up your face." His tone was nonchalant.
Sophia shut her mouth, tears pouring out endlessly.
Please, sobody, save !
She scread hysterically in her heart.
Feeling the cold air inch by inch encroaching on the skin of her neck, she dared not make a move.
All actions ceased as the young man’s slippered foot left her leg.
Sophia cautiously opened her eyes, looking at the three young n before her.
Her snow-white shoulder was revealed before them.
Sophia sobbed harder, never having imagined she would suffer such humiliation.
"Take pictures, take pictures..." The young man stamred as he took out a phone from his pocket, snapping away frantically at Sophia’s face.
Sophia kept her eyes shut, not daring to look at his phone, hiding her sha with the futile gesture of covering her ears.
Then, he made a call in front of Sophia.
[I’ve got the person, took the pictures, as agreed, wire ten thousand first, and then I’ll send the pictures.]
[Cheap bastard! Your money won’t be short! Who knows if you got the person! I want to hear her voice first!]
Sophia naturally didn’t hear what the other side said.
Upon seeing the young man turned around walking towards her, she was terrified.
What else do they want with ?
"Missy, just make a sound." The young man lightly slapped Sophia’s face.
Sophia dared not disobey; she gritted her teeth and fiercely said, "Don’t let find out who you are! Or..."
Before she could finish, the young man clamped her jaw and whispered: "They talk too much, missy!"
After speaking, he carefully released her and reported back to the person on the phone.
[Hear that? Now send the money!]
As soon as the call ended, a group of police officers rushed in. They were ard, moving swiftly and nimbly, dispersing to secure the entire floor.
"Police! Don’t move!"
Sophia seed to see a glimr of hope. She looked around, aside from the serious officers, there was also a man with a deep, tense gaze, almost grinding his teeth.
Faye Ellison.
Sophia broke down, crying uncontrollably.
He received the call! Finally, soone had co to save her!
The trio of young n was startled by the sudden commotion, dropping the military knife, which hit the ground and kicked up a small cloud of dust.
They raised their hands in surrender, panicked and powerless.
Faye hurried to Sophia, took off his coat, and covered her exposed front.
"You ca... I thought you didn’t get the call... Uh..." she was scared out of her wits.
Faye didn’t care about formalities, embracing her head into his chest, "There, there, stop crying, you look prettier without tears."
He gently comforted her.
Beside them, a female officer had already untied the ropes binding her hands and feet.
Sophia didn’t stand up. She felt her entire body trembling, unable to support herself, still in a state of collapse.
The officers asked a few questions about the situation, and they answered truthfully.
Just as they were preparing to leave, Sophia suddenly called out to the officers. "I have a good way for you to break the case quickly."
The crowd exchanged glances, and the team leader glanced at Faye.
Faye nodded.
The team leader agreed.
Sophia, with a hawk-eyed gaze, glared at the young man, "Call her and say you’ve changed your mind and want a higher price."
"..." Everyone was puzzled.
The young man glanced at the officer, who kicked him, causing him to fall to the ground. Frightened, he imdiately picked up the phone and dialed.
With the speaker on, everyone on the scene held their breath.
Sophia borrowed a phone from Faye, asked an officer to record the young man, and also track the phone they were calling.
[The money has already been transferred, when will you send the pictures?] The voice on the other end was gruff, anxious.
Hearing this voice, Sophia imdiately recognized it was Sienna Lawson.
The young man, adjusting his voice, responded sluggishly as Sophia had instructed: [I want more money, or I’ll not only maim her hand, but I’ll also kill her today!]
On New Year’s Eve, she lost her child.
As she was carried out of the private room on a stretcher, she vaguely saw the figures of Zane Sterling and Sophia, unwilling to accept it!
Unwilling to accept Sophia having everything!
Unwilling to accept Sophia being better than her in every way!
And Henry Quinn was so angry he spat blood, lying in the hospital with no life-threatening issues.
[Kill her? Hmph! Even better! I beg you to kill her! Want more money? Dream on! I can give you two bucks to finish her off for !]
Everyone at the scene trembled slightly.
Faye frowned, his large hand intentionally or unintentionally stroking her shoulder.
Sophia typed on the phone, her fingers were shaking.
The young man looked at the words on her phone, swallowing hard.
[Don’t want more? Fine! I’ll send the photos to Henry Quinn right away!]
The other side was silent for a few seconds, and sounds of things being smashed and curses ca over the phone.
Sophia clutched the phone tightly, everyone waiting for Sienna Lawson’s response.
[Damn! Who the hell do you work for! How dare you play !]
[One million, you got two minutes!] The young man’s bravado, upon hanging up, turned pale with fright,
The team leader glanced at Faye, then at the trembling woman in his arms.
The kidnapping case had been turned into a ga of deception, and he couldn’t help but admire the woman before him, her plan was seamless.
This case was solved rather quickly.
"Is it over?" an officer beside him asked.
"Wait a little longer." Sophia replied softly.
For so reason, she wanted an answer.
She wanted to know if Henry Quinn truly loved her to this extent, and if Sienna Lawson’s love for Henry was genuine from the start to the end.
Though it seed absurd, whether it had anything to do with her or not, she still wanted to know.
Just like Beau Morgan.
Could soone really love soone else to the point of ntal distortion?
In less than two minutes, the young man’s phone received a transfer of one million.
"Block her number, then send the previously taken photos to Henry Quinn. Call him, tell him to transfer a million to the orphanage, or the ticket gets torn." Sophia spoke calmly, typed out Henry Quinn’s number.
The crowd was confused; the team leader wanted to stop, but Faye signaled him with a look, and everyone remained silent.
The young man picked up the phone.
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