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At that moment, a few men walked over.

One of them was on the phone, nodding his head incessantly.

After the call, the man kicked Chale Cheney and lifted his chin with his finger.

“Tsk tsk, Mr. Cheney’s son, quite a tender one.”

“Brother, fifty million is too little, this is Mr. Cheney’s own son.”

“I think so too. How about we ask for eighty million? We can split the extra thirty million ourselves.”

“That’s a great idea.”

Hans Colin, who overheard this, couldn’t hold back and said, “Can’t you fucking give me a bit more? I was the one who tracked him and brought him here!” “Why are you yelling? Giving you five million is already a lot!”

“Fine, carry all the risk yourself. I’m leaving now.” Hans Colin picked up a suitcase on the ground.

“Get out of here!” Those men had been fed up with Hans Colin for a while now, he was a nuisance.

“Wait, stop him. What do we do if he leaves and spills the beans?”

“Yeah, yeah, Brother is considerate. Tie him up in the room first, we’ll speak after it’s done.” One of the men spat out a puff of smoke.

“You bastards!”

Just as Hans Colin was about to resist, one of the men tied him up with a rope.

The man known as “Brother” laughed out loud, “If this really works out, your five million is also mine!”

“Hahahaha, we’re getting rich!”

The men started laughing.

Jasmine Yale covered Little Chale’s ears so he wouldn’t hear these words.

Kids have good memories; it wouldn’t be good for him to bear this trauma.

But is Chale Cheney… Sylvan Cheney’s son?

No, that’s not possible. Chale Cheney calls Sylvan Cheney ‘uncle’.

“Little one, do you have your dad’s number?” The man yanked Chale Cheney, pulling him away from Jasmine Yale’s embrace.

“I don’t…” Chale shook his head, refusing to speak.

Jasmine Yale wanted to hold Chale Cheney, but one of the men kicked her, and she fell to the ground.

“Don’t touch Little Chale. I’ll call Sylvan Cheney.” Jasmine Yale was anxious.

Fear and insecurity plastered her face – no one can touch Little Chale!

“Fine, you call.” The man sneered dismissively.

Jasmine Yale took out her phone from her bag. The man watched her intently.

She dialed Sylvan Cheney’s number, trembling.

“Mr. Cheney!”

Jasmine Yale’s voice was whining and choked up.

“What is it?”

“Little Chale and I have been kidnapped…”

Before she could finish, the man grabbed her phone.

“Mr. Cheney, your woman and son are in our hands. Twenty million for the big one, eighty million for the little one. Handing over the money for the lives!” Sylvan Cheney’s eyes widened, shimmering a cold light.

Are they tired of living?

“What makes you think they are my woman and my son?” Sylvan Cheney was leaving the corporation heading towards the underground parking lot.

“Haha, when asking for money we must definitely check out things clearly, right?”

“Let the little one go first.”

“Mr. Cheney, we’ll do as you say, but letting him go can be done. The little one for eighty million.” The man stroked his chin and laughed maliciously.

Jasmine Yale heard everything, she bit her lip, still shielding Little Chale tightly within her arms.

Her face turned as pale as paper.

Little Chale was tugging at her sleeve, his small head leaning against her chest, his big eyes filled with fear.

“The address.”

Sylvan Cheney’s voice was dark and his face was extremely grim.

“I’ll be sending that over shortly, there will be someone to meet you.”

“I’m preparing eighty million. I’m saying it one more time, let the little one go!”

“OK, Mr. Cheney is straightforward.”

The man hung up, sending the address to Sylvan Cheney.

Tsk tsk, doing business with Mr. Cheney is indeed efficient..