A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 192

The kidnapper’s call had Yvan and the team of special unit detectives wound up tight as a drum. The moment the phone rang, Yvan shot up from his chair and answered, “Name your price, but don’t you dare hurt that kid!”

“Ha–ha-ha, who knew the stone–cold Yvan could have a soft spot? I’d love to hear you beg. Come on, kid, tell your daddy goodnight.”

At 4 a.m., Logan’s voice came through the line, tearful and choked, “Dad… help…”

It had been ages since he’d called out for his dad. Now, the word ‘dad‘ was like a dagger to Yvan’s heart. He felt his blood run backwards, and his eyes, those of a grown man, reddened. “Hang in there, son. Daddy’s coming to save you.”

The thug snatched the phone back, demanded a staggering fifty million, and gave Yvan the location for the exchange before hanging up. The cold tone of the disconnected call echoed in Yvan’s ears, his hand trembling as he held the phone.

Carl had rushed over in the dead of night upon hearing about the trouble at Yvan’s place. Now, standing by his side, he watched Yvan, eyes red, turn to him and bark, “Get the fifty million ready! Now!”

Only when facing the potential loss of someone dear do all the powers and status in the world amount to a cruel joke.

Once a man dies, he’s left with nothing.

The call had been recorded by the police, some of whom were analyzing the voices while others prepared a capture plan. Learning that the exchange was to take place at the Sea City docks, they had

made their way there under cover of darkness to set up a discreet ambush. Plainclothes officers began monitoring every movement around the harbor, which was under surveillance; another team of cops was stationed nearby to watch for any unusual activity.

Yvan arrived at the docks half an hour later, half an hour before the scheduled exchange time, but he couldn’t wait. Logan’s life was hanging by a thread, and Yvan couldn’t gamble with his

son’s life.

Fifty million, five hundred million – could any amount buy a second chance at time?

Yvan’s heart was on the grill, being seared over and over. He stood in the biting wind until, at long last, someone appeared with Logan.

They had their plan: take the money, split up into three groups, the one with the cash taking to the sea, the others distracting pursuers, and then rendezvous abroad to divide the spoils.

Upon seeing Yvan, Logan cried out, “Daddy!”

Each plea cut through Yvan like a razor. He approached, carrying several cases filled with cash and set a few more at his feet. He locked eyes with the thugs and said, “Release my son!”

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“Throw over the money, and you’ll get your boy.” they demanded.

A knife pressed against Logan’s throat, drawing a thin line of blood, the sight of which seared Yvan’s eyes. Without a second thought, he kicked over the cases filled with cash toward the kidnappers.

The kidnappers were many, and quickly, a few stepped forward to collect the cases, not bothering to count the cash on the spot – any distraction could lead to failure.

The police, hidden in the shadows, signaled each other, ready to swoop in once the kidnappers let down their guard. But just then, the kidnappers changed their minds! This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“I can’t be sure you haven’t brought the cops with you, Mr. Boyd. So, I’m afraid I can’t hand over your son just yet!”

The ringleader, his face obscured by a mask, chuckled with a laugh that sent chills down the spines of everyone present, “We’ll release him once we’re clear. If there are any cops lying in wait, and we lose your boy, we’ve got no bargaining chip left!”

Their professional awareness of counter-surveillance was evident; these were no amateurs.

Yvan ground his teeth and said, “The money’s yours, as we agreed…”

“Ha–ha, making deals with criminals?” The kidnapper dragged Logan back, and the police subtly tightened their encirclement.

Sensing movement, the thugs bolted for the boat, dragging Logan with them!