The manâs grating, hoarse voice rang out.
Yet, it evoked memories of a younger Cory and their shared days in training.
Emerging from their training, they had both honed skills to alter their vocal tones.
âIs that you, Cory?â Nathanâs tone was unwavering.
Silence followed on the other end.
Eventually, the man chuckled.
âIt appears I underestimated you.
You are quite remarkable.
Itâs no surprise youâve led the National Security Bureau for so long.
â
Cutting to the chase, Nathan demanded, âWhereâs my wife? Release her.
State your demands.
â
The man scoffed, his voice rough.
âI always thought you were heartless.
I never expected you to cherish your wife.
If I wanted your life, would you give it to me?â
Nathan remained silent.
After careful consideration, he cautiously stated, âIf you can ensure Lucindaâs safe return, youâll hear news of my self-inflicted gunshot death the following day.
â
âWhy should I believe you?â
âWeâve known each other for years.
You know me well.
If you doubt me, I can draft a suicide note.
â His tone remained calm as if discussing dinner plans over the phone.
Yet, his grave words rankled Cory.
âDo you not recall the girl who perished because of you? You were heartless then, Nathan.
Now, you play the devoted husband.
Do you think Iâll forgive you so easily?â
Nathanâs complexion paled.
The manâs words stirred painful memories.
âWhy donât you say anything? Do you believe that after all these years, you can comfortably lead the National Security Bureau and play the loving husband without remorse?â
Gritting his teeth, Cory seethed with contempt.
Nathan replied impassively, âI have no guilt regarding her.
Iâve done nothing wrong.
â
The âherâ he referred to was the girl Cory claimed died because of him.
âNathan Payne! You bastard!â
Cory grew increasingly irritated.
His voice carried a grim, unsettling tone, akin to a menacing beastâs roar or a_ leopard prowling in the shadows.
âAfter all these years, youâre still heartless.
Since youâre so capable, figure it out yourself.
Maybe then youâll find your wife.
But let me remind you, Iâve been rather courteous to your wife lately.
Though who knows? In a few days, will it be her ring finger or her delicate, adorable little finger that was sent to you?â
A chilling laughter echoed down the line.
Gripping the phone tightly, Nathan clenched his jaw.
âCory, if you lay a hand on her, Iâll make sure your life is a living hell.
â
âNo need.
Iâm already in hell.
But taking you two with me would be a bonus,â Cory remarked indifferently.
As they spoke, Lonnie worked to pinpoint Coryâs location.