The phone rang several times before someone finally answered. As soon as the call connected, Cameron spoke in a chilling tone, “Eugene Nolan?”
Eugene’s voice was solemn. “Who is this?” “It doesn’t matter who I am,” Cameron replied. What matters is that I now have Azalea. If you want to save her, bring three million over. You won’t see this pretty little thing again otherwise.”
Eugene’s voice filled with urgency when he blurted out, “Don’t hurt her! Where are you?” Despite his words, his expression remained stoic, and even his cold gaze made it difficult for people to meet his eyes. Cameron continued, “East City’s dock. Remember to not call the police. Come alone, or I’ll kill her.”
After speaking, he handed the phone to Azalea. Azalea intentionally said only a few words, leaving the rest unsaid. “Eugene, don’t come- Mm!”
Anyone unaware would think that someone suddenly covered her mouth when she had actually covered it herself.
Cameron also clapped his hands twice at the right time. Over the phone, it sounded like someone had been slapped. Cameron angrily spat on top of that. “F*cking b*tch. Watch her.”
“Don’t hurt her!” Eugene urgently stopped him. Cameron’s face twisted menacingly as he threatened, “I promise you she will meet a miserable end if I don’t see you within an hour.” Azalea furrowed her brow slightly when she observed Cameron’s demeanor. In fact, she felt a genuine sense of unease. When he hung up the phone, she remarked, “You really look the part of a ruthless criminal.”
Cameron looked at her and chuckled. “How can I deceive the astute Eugene if my acting is not convincing enough?” Seeing his familiar smile, Azalea felt her uneasiness gradually fade away. “You are right.” She nodded.
On the other side, Eugene didn’t show any signs of urgency. All he could feel was a tad of disappointment. His hand holding the phone kept tightening up, and it was as if he was enveloped in an icy frost that warned others to keep their distance.
Very well! I’ve been generous enough, letting my wife and sons play along to Azalea’s delusion! He soon gave Olivia a call. “Olivia, how are things on your end?” asked Eugene.
Olivia replied, “They haven’t arrived yet.” She, along with Shannon as well as some bodyguards and police officers, had been lying in ambush near the abandoned warehouse at Westend.
“They are not there yet? Have you been in contact with them? Could something have gone wrong?”
“They are okay,” Olivia reassured him. “North has been sending me signals that they are safe all along. Don’t worry. Has Azalea called you?”
Reluctantly, Eugene replied, “Yes, she called.”
“Go save her, then. We’re fine on our end.” However, Eugene had no intention of rescuing that woman. His heart was on tenterhooks from worry about his wife and children. How could he possibly relax until he knew they were safe?
His voice carried a hint of vulnerability that he never showed to outsiders. “I’ll wait until you’re safe before I go,” he insisted.
Olivia smiled, and she was about to say that everything was fine when she saw a car approaching from below. Hastily, she told him that their target had arrived before she immediately hung up the phone.
This warehouse in the outskirts had likely been abandoned for many years. Despite it being the height of summer, there were lush trees surrounding it that provided excellent cover. Olivia and her team were hiding here.
Two cars, one in the front and one in the back, came to a stop. Just as the engines were turned off, Olivia suddenly shouted, “Now!” before anyone could get out of the cars.
A large group of people hidden in the shadows quickly emerged from all directions. The drivers in the cars realized they had fallen into an ambush then. They tried to start their cars and escape, but they were too slow. After all, they had not anticipated this situation int advance.
But then again, who could have known that Olivia’s group was hiding near the warehouse even before their arrival?
To outsiders, it might even seem as if they were being robbed! The group had already surrounded the two cars by now. One of the police officers aimed his gun directly at the head of the driver in the car behind.
Seeing this, the plump man pressed his dagger closer to Curtis’ neck and shouted, “Don’t move, or I’ll kill him!”
