Next, they accessed Hannah’s phone and rang up Bryson.
“Hello?”
Hannah’s brow furrowed with concern as she recognized Bryson’s unmistakable voice on the line.
“Speak up,” demanded the kidnapper.
Bryson’s senses heightened when he realized it wasn’t Hannah’s voice.
“Identify yourself!”
Annoyed, the kidnapper grasped Hannah’s face.
“I said, TALK!”
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With a slow, reluctant tone, Hannah managed, “Mr. Mitchell…”
Grabbing the phone, the kidnapper interjected, “Apologies, Mr. Mitchell. It’s simple, really. We want cash. As long as we get 200 million in the next hour, Miss Moore will be unharmed. If not, well…
Let’s just say you wouldn’t want her secrets spilled online or on the streets.”
Bryson’s grip on his phone tightened, eyes chilling to ice, veins standing out, but maintaining an eerie calm in his tone.
“Fine, one hour. Name the rendezvous point.”
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“The exchange point, you ask? East River Shipyard. Have your people drop the money on Ship No. 588. Once we have the cash, Miss Moore is yours.”
“Understood.”
As Bryson disconnected the call, his thoughts whirled in turmoil, logic teetering on the edge.
Being away from his office, Bryson dialed Brayden without hesitation.
“I need 200 million in cash, pronto. Get it to Ship No. 588 at the East River Shipyard.”
Brayden, taken aback, responded, “200 million? What’s the emergency?”
“I need that money there. One hour!”
Brayden, sensing Bryson’s icy tone, acquiesced.
“Alright, I’m on it.”
Observing the kidnapper’s intent to call Declan, Hannah couldn’t help but chuckle.
“He won’t pay. Dialing him would prove futile.”