The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Several men looked at Spencer, who was in his early ten years, and immediately approached him aggressively.

Spencer raised his left hand calmly, "I'm not in good health, and I can't stand your drugs. I wear a medical monitoring watch. If I lose consciousness, the watch will automatically alarm." Several men glanced at each other, and the leading man narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you want to express?"

He pointed to Alistair that was carried on his shoulders, "I am with this kid. Where are you going to take him to? Don't forget to take me with you."

Several people were dumbfounded.

This was the first time anyone wanted to be kidnapped these days.

Was this kid out of his mind?

To be on the safe side, several people took out the rope, quickly tied Spencer's hands, and took away with Alistair who was unconscious.

The van which had fake license quietly left the park and drove all the way to the desolate outskirts.

Spencer walked a lot today, and still had to walk in the suburbs.

Spencer's physical strength couldn't support him long and the kidnappers were afraid that he would faint, so they carried him into the top floor of a abandoned building. The sky was red like fire.

And the sun was almost setting.

Spencer was sitting on the edge of the balcony, next to Alistair who was not awake.

Several kidnappers gathered in a corner, smoking and discussing something in a low voice.

The choking smell of smoke drifted over with the wind, and Spencer coughed with an expression of hostility between his brows.

Within a few minutes, the leading man suddenly walked towards him incredulously, squatted in front of him and observed him, "I called to ask your identity. Are you really Spencer White of the White family?" "Yes."

The kidnappers looked at one another.

"Kid, we have no intention of offending Malcolm White. What happened today is only for the Callahan family. We can let you go. As a deal, you don't want to reveal our location. How about it?"

Spencer sneered when he heard it, "You've caught me and have already provoked him. Do you think you could get away with it?"

The leader frowned, and the person next to him quietly made a gesture of wiping his neck, signaling that they would kill the two together.

When Spencer saw it, he remained calm and began to talk about conditions, "Are you Anthony's enemies? Kidnapping Alistair to get revenge on him? What are you going to do?"

The leader was honest, took out his pistol and put it on the ground, "When the connector comes over, we can negotiate a price for the body parts, and then find a place to bury him, or throw him back to the Callahan family."

Spencer narrowed his eyes. His expression immediately became serious, but soon, he chuckled, "The things in his body are only worth a few dollars, so you should have a bigger picture." Several people looked at one another, stared at him vigilantly, and did not answer.

He continued, "As the son of the Callahan family, you use him as a bargaining chip, and the Callahan Group can take out hundreds of millions of dollars. When the time comes, you will kill him and run away. You can complete the task and get the money. You can have it both ways."

It was not unreasonable, so several people were a little moved.

"Also, I'm Anthony's godson. If you use me as a bargaining chip, it will be more effective than using this kid. Do you want to try it? Do you want to make a big money?"

There was silence on the rooftop, and only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Several people looked at Spencer in surprise, somehow feeling that this child was a bit unpredictable.

Obviously, he was only about ten years old, but his words were well-founded, well-organized, and his thinking was clear.

Spencer said lazily, "Don't doubt my intentions. Although I am Anthony's godson in name, I also want to take revenge on him."

...

Less than 20 minutes after Spencer and Alistair disappeared, the bodyguards who stayed at the kindergarten gate immediately discovered the problem.

The bodyguards on both sides notified Malcolm and Anthony respectively.

Anthony knew about it first because he received a text message.

[Your son and godson are in my hands. If you want their safeties, 100 million cash. Send them to the abandoned building of No. 23 western suburb. Come alone and can't alarm NIB. Otherwise, whichever son's little finger is received first? I will send it to you.]

Anthony read the entire text message with a sullen face, the corners of his eyes were stained with scarlet, and he dropped the document on the corner of the table on the spot.

In less than a minute, he received a call from an unknown number.

The other party teased and asked, "Mr. Callahan, what do you think?"

Anthony gritted his teeth sullenly, suppressing his anger, "If you dare to touch a hair of them, I will make you feel worse than death."

This was not a threat. Even if he couldn't do it, if Spencer was injured, Malcolm would probably go crazy on the spot.

In the other end of the phone, the man laughed and didn't take it seriously, "100 million cash, one person, help me block NIB. If you can't do it, I can make you feel worse than death, and send your son's body to you."

The veins in his clenched arm bulged, and Anthony was on the verge of an outburst of anger.

Endured, he talked about the conditions in a low voice, "At this point in time, the bank is closed, so I can't get so much money out. Moreover, the cash is too heavy, and I can't get it by myself."

The man sneered, "You're a big shot in Suham. How can such a small matter trouble you? Anyway, if I don't see you and money for an hour, I will randomly pick one and push him downstairs. You can figure it out."

The phone was hung up.

Anthony clenched his fists, holding back his anger.

Zack stood aside and asked worriedly, "Mr. Callahan, at this point in time, where can we get 100 million in cash? After all, this matter involves the White family. Should we first notify Mr. White and ask NIB for reinforcements? "

"No."

The weakness was controlled by the other party. Alistair and Spencer must not be hurt. Otherwise, he would never forgive himself in this life.

He calmly ordered, "Arrange a few people to find Mr. White, and ask him not to make a move. Arrange people to surround this address within three hundred miles, and wait for me to go first."

"In addition, immediately assemble all the security guards of the Callahan Group. All go to the nearby bank to withdraw money. Use special passages. Collect as much as you can, and speed up." Zack said, "Got it!"

...

The sun was about to set.

The view from the old rooftop was beautiful.

Alistair had woken up and figured out the current situation of being coerced as a hostage.

It was the first time he experienced this kind of thing, and he was tied up so that he could not move. He was so frightened that he shed tears.

Spencer frowned, disgusted, "Manly man, bleed but not cry. You always cry. That's what Anthony taught you?"

"I'm sorry..." Alistair pursed his mouth, tears were still dripping from the end of his eyes, and his blue eyes were shining. If it wasn't for the short hair, he would be more delicate and beautiful than a girl. "Spencer, will my Daddy come? Will Uncle Malcolm come? Will we... will we die?"

Spencer looked as indifferent as ever, "They will come, we may die."

Alistair was even more frightened. His tears kept dropping on his little face, which made people feel sorry for him.

Spencer said casually, "Alistair, I know you don't like me, and I hate you, too."

"Do you know Anthony loves you very much? Would you like to guess who he would choose to save first in a real danger situation?"