She immediately knew that it was a dagger pressing against her neck.
Mr. Lambertâs hysterical voice rang in her ears. âNo one is allowed to come near us. Iâll kill her if you do!â
The other two young men kept saying, âThis has nothing to do with us! Heâs the mastermind. He made us do this!â
Kylaâs eyes were covered, so she could see nothing and only hear what was going on.
A familiar voice suddenly rang out in the room. âOkay, donât hurt her. I wonât let them go near you!â
Kyla trembled. It was⦠Martin Weissâs voice.
Mr. Lambert gasped, but the dagger in his hand pressed harder or Kylaâs neck. Pain instantly spread more intensely.
Kyla whispered a cry of pain, and Martin Weiss snapped nervously. âDonât hurt her! Youâll pay for it if anything happens to her!â
âOkay, you donât want me to hurt her? Tell these police to f*ck off foreign bank account.
Also, prepare two million dollars in cash and a car. Iâll let her go when I feel safe,â Mr. Lambert said fiercely.
Martin Weiss said, âNo matter what company I manage, I canât just come up with 200 million dollars in cash just like that. It takes time to prepare the money.â
âIâll only give you half an hour. If I donât get the money half an hour later, then Iâll just die with this woman,â said Mr. Lambert.
âOkay. Youâre not allowed to hurt her in the next half an hour!â Martin Weiss said firmly. After getting the bank account that Mr. Lambert wanted him to transfer the money to, he called his secretary in front of Mr. Lambert and ordered him to gather the funds within half an hour before depositing the sum into the designated account.
Martin Weiss had also talked to the police. They would prepare the car and cash.
âHer neck is bleeding. Hereâs gauze. You can have your men stop the bleeding for her.â Martin Weissâs voice rang out again.
Mr. Lambert suddenly laughed. âStop the bleeding? Okay, kneel to me first. Iâll stop her bleeding once Iâm satisfied with your kneeling.â
Anyone could tell that Mr. Lambert had no intention of stopping Kylaâs bleeding.
However, Kyla then heard a thump on the floor.
She felt her heart quiver. âIs Martin Weiss⦠kneeling?â
Then, she heard Mr. Lambertâs laugh, which seemed to have given her the answer.
âHahaha⦠Martin Weiss, I didnât expect this to ever happen to you! Werenât you so smug and arrogant before this? Whatâs the matter? Are you willing to kneel just for a b*tch? But you hit me back then, so hit yourself with the stick next to you as many times as you hit me back then!â
âMr. Weiss!â someone nearby exclaimed.
âIâm the one making this decision. The police wonât be held accountable,â said Martin Weiss.
Then, Kyla heard the strike of the stick.
She finally shouted, âNo! Martin Weiss, no!â
However, her neck moved as she shouted. The bleeding in her neck grew worse.
âKyla, donât speak,â said Martin Weiss. The sound of a stick landing severely on someoneâs body continued to ring out.
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