Revenge After Death



"We should've brought Ashton and Xan here. They could've found the cameras," I muttered. Upon hearing that, Steven coughed awkwardly.

"Hi, is this Mr. Sacco? Someone has sent you a bouquet of flowers." A nurse entered the ward with a magnificent bouquet of flowers and placed it on Dayton's bedside table.

Steven reached out and picked up the card from the bouquet. Indeed, he discovered a contact number.

"If they're unable to reach you, they'll request that you contact them," Steven said as he handed the card to Dayton.

Dayton felt a slight sense of unease. "Is she going to be fine?"

"If a victim is kidnapped, the longer they are in the hands of the kidnapper, the greater the danger they'll face." Eason urged Dayton to take his phone and make the call.

"This is a public phone number. Even if we monitor and locate it, it'll be pointless." Steven signaled Eason not to alert the police.

"Then, what should I do now?" Dayton always subconsciously looked at Steven when he was scared.

"Call first to find out their demands and ensure the safety of the hostage," I replied on behalf of Steven.

Dayton agreed and promptly took Eason's phone to dial the number. After the first attempt went unanswered, he tried again. Fortunately, the second call was answered.

"Hello," Dayton said anxiously.

I felt utterly powerless. Dayton was truly a naive man. He actually greeted the kidnappers.

"Is Xandra with you?" Dayton asked nervously, getting straight to the point.

"Thirty million. Tomorrow at 5:00 pm, you must come alone and place the money in the tenth trash can on the southwest side of Leffers Street. No tricks, or else she'll die." The man's low voice on the phone delivered the threat before hanging up abruptly.

Dayton looked at Steven anxiously. "What should I do? They want 30 million."

"The market value of Crowdstar Group is currently very high. As the youngest, richest man in Huma, can't you come up with 30 million? Pay the ransom to buy some time first. We'll set a trap there to arrest them. Eason urged Dayton to prepare for the ransom first.

Dayton was deeply concerned about Xandra. He hesitated, fearful to voice his thoughts. "What if they have accomplices and discover police involvement, leading them to kill the hostage?"

"Tomorrow, bring a large suitcase that can hold 30 million dollars. If one suitcase is not enough, use two. Take it to the trash can. You must use real money." The kidnappers wanted to verify Dayton's financial status.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"But I..." Dayton hesitated to speak, appearing to be in a dilemma.

"It's alright. Just make sure you have the funds ready," Steven reassured.

Dayton finally breathed a sigh of relief before turning to me and asking, "If the police catch them, won't they kill the hostage?"

"No, their objective is to assess your financial capabilities and use your identity as the president of Crowdstar Group to manipulate you in the future. Xandra should be safe for the time being." It seemed likely that the individual who kidnapped Xandra was affiliated with Genome Society.

Genome Society still harbored doubts about Dayton's identity as the president of Crowdstar Group. Therefore, they wanted to double-check it.

"These cunning scoundrels," I murmured under my breath, pondering whether Xandra's abduction had any connection to Mrs. Ford.

"It's truly dangerous to be the president of Crowdstar Group. No wonder he has to hide his identity," Eason muttered.

I noticed Dayton gazing at Steven with a mixture of grievance and pity. I also cast a suspicious gaze toward Steven. If Steven were the president of Crowdstar, I couldn't help but wonder whether it would be me or the two kids who would get kidnapped.