The day before Elizabeth was set to leave the country, Samson sent someone to pick up both daughters from the hospital.
Elizabeth and Cheryl ended up in the same car.
Everything seemed normal until the driver, Edwin Ford, suddenly veered off course, turning down a narrow, isolated road.
By the time Elizabeth realized something was wrong, the car had already stopped in front of an abandoned factory.
Edwin opened the door, and two men with menacing expressions stormed up, yanking both her and Cheryl out of the vehicle.
Cheryl screamed, her voice shrill with panic. "Help! Let go of me!"
Elizabeth was stunned.
Edwin had been arranged by Samson. How could he have been bribed by kidnappers?
Before she could make sense of it, both girls were thrown into a rundown room inside the factory.
One of the kidnappers, Rocky Bowen, spoke coldly. "You two—one's Daniel's fiancée, the other's his future sister-in-law. Asking for a hundred million in ransom doesn't seem too much, does it?"
Cheryl's eyes widened in shock. She didn't even get a chance to speak before Rocky was already dialing Daniel's number and putting the call on speaker.
"Hello?" Daniel's low, familiar voice came through.
Rocky gave Cheryl a look. She caught on immediately and burst into sobs. "Dan, it's me, Cheryl! I've been kidnapped! They're asking for a hundred million…"
Daniel's voice turned ice-cold in an instant. "Don't lay a finger on Cheryl. Send me the account details, I'll transfer the money now."
Rocky smirked, then held the phone up to Elizabeth. "Your turn. Just say a few words. If Daniel adds another five million, we'll let you go too."
Elizabeth clenched her fists tightly.
Daniel hated her. Why would he ever pay to save her?
She was still trying to figure out what to say when another kidnapper, Ted Vega, leaned in and whispered to Rocky, "Hey, didn't Ms. Elizabeth say a hundred million? Why's it…"
The voice was low, but Daniel heard every word on the other end of the line.
His grip tightened around the phone, his expression darkening.
Elizabeth was in on it?
So that was how they got to Edwin. That would explain the impossibly high price they were asking.
Daniel's voice dropped, cold as steel. "Elizabeth's life or death has nothing to do with me. Do whatever you want with her."
If Elizabeth wanted money that badly, fine, he'd give it to her. Consider it the price of ending whatever twisted bond remained between them.
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