Chapter 404
Chapter 404:
Delighted by her cousin’s embarrassment, Abrial couldn’t resist taunting him, “Craig, don’t forget to bring a gift to Grandpa’s birthday party. It doesn’t have to be expensive—after all, we’re family and won’t judge p>
Craig quickened his pace and didn’t look back as he left.
The herb vendor, Asho Rivera, seeing Ashton’s lavish spending, began to concoct some devious plans. He offered a fancy gift box with a smile. “Sir, are these herbs for a gift? Let me wrap them nicely for you p>
Ashton, wise beyond his years, quickly saw through the vendor’s shady intentions. He’d seen such small-time cons many times before.
With a subtle smile, Ashton accepted the gift box and deftly removed several hidden tracking devices.
“A bit of advice—there are some people and situations you shouldn’t meddle with. Drop the sneaky behavior, or someone like you won’t keep this newfound wealth for long,” Ashton warned icily, and then took the herbs and walked away.
As the group left, Asho stood by nonchalantly, his demeanor slightly disdainful.
He figured these wealthy youngsters were probably well-versed in avoiding kidnappings.
His lack of preparation allowed Ashton to easily spot his plan.
Had he known such a “Golden Goose” would wander into his stall, he would’ve fooled them from the very beginning.
Nonetheless, Asho didn’t miss an opportunity to squeeze some residual value from the situation. If someone managed to kidnap the three, maybe he could still secure a portion of the ransom.
After watching Ashton and his friends leave, Asho twirled the 3 million bank card in his hand and simultaneously uploaded their physical descriptions to the dark web. This site…
had a specific section for trading information about affluent families for various criminal activities.
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Without doubt, Ashton and his group were prime targets. Shortly after Asho uploaded the information, a young man approached his stall.
“You posted that information?” the young man inquired.
Asho looked up and saw a tall, stylish young man with his fringe dyed in three distinct colors.
But what really caught Asho’s eye was the playing card the young man effortlessly twirled between his fingers. It seemed to come alive, moving fluidly through his skilled hands as part of a performance.
“Do you have any more details about him?” the young man asked, a slight smirk on his face.
Asho assessed the man and, after a cautious glance around, whispered, “We can’t talk here, follow me p>
After packing his items, Asho led the young man to a nearby alley.
“Can you tell me now? What were they doing here, what did he buy from you, and how much did he pay?” The young man, still fiddling with the card, appeared intrigued.