Chapter 855:
She felt utterly miserable.
Seeing her keep silent, the kidnapper turned his attention toward Mylo. “Surely we didn’t snatch nothing but three penniless nobodies. Did we go through all this trouble just to bury them?”
Noticing the kidnapper reach for his blade again, Paola crumpled in despair, shouting toward Mylo, “He is the sole heir of the Perrys! His parents would never desert him!”
The kidnapper tossed an old-style phone at Mylo. “You. Call your parents.”
Trembling with fear, Mylo clenched his jaw and forced himself to speak. “My parents won’t give a cent! They’ve already disowned me.”
Even as he said it, a fragile hope lingered inside him, convincing him that if he called, they might still come. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to ask them outright.
“Then you call.” The kidnapper, having already foreseen Mylo’s denial, let out a derisive chuckle and kicked the phone toward Paola. “Kid, just watch if her call can save both of you.”
Shaking, Paola snatched up the device. She remembered Veda’s number and dialed. As soon as the call went through, she sobbed into the receiver, “Mrs. Perry! Help us! Mylo and I have been kidnapped! The kidnappers want a hundred million! Please, save us!”
Veda’s tone on the other end was eerily composed, carrying a faint chill. “Paola, you failed to marry into our family, and now you think deceit will work?”
Paola’s voice rose in hysteria. “It’s true! Please, Mrs. Perry, it’s true! Don’t you even care whether your son lives or dies?”
Veda remained unmoved. “You must be mistaken. We have only one son, Jonah. Whoever this Mylo is, he isn’t ours.”
The call ended with a click that felt final.
Paola’s knees went weak as dread flooded her. Confronted by the kidnappers’ piercing glares, she stammered in terror, “She doesn’t believe us. We need to take a video and send it to her so that we can prove it’s real!”
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Before long, a video arrived on Veda’s phone: Paola and Mylo, bound and trembling inside an abandoned factory, the captors nicking Mylo’s flesh just enough to prove their threat was real.
When the line was tried again, Paola begged once more into the receiver, “Mrs. Perry, can you believe us now? Please, you must save us.”
After a brief silence, Veda finally spoke, her voice steady and devoid of emotion. “He made his choice, and now he must bear the consequences. We cut ties with him long ago. His fate is yours to decide. We will not pay.”
Before Paola could respond, the call disconnected.
The cold, rhythmic tone struck like a hammer, shattering the last fragile fragment of hope in Mylo’s heart that his parents still cared. Despair swallowed him whole, and Paola felt herself collapsing under its weight.
She could hardly believe the Perrys could be so merciless.
The lead kidnapper gave a mocking grin as he crouched to her level, the edge of his blade gliding across her pale cheek. “So, that didn’t work,” he drawled. “Rules are rules. No ransom, no mercy. Tell me, who do we start with?”
The chill of the steel against her skin sent terror surging through her. Her composure crumbled, and she screamed, “Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me! I have money! I have some savings!”
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