Chapter 352
Chapter 352:
Kristine pressed on, her voice steady. “Those antiques belonged to my father, and I know every item in that collection by heart. Try to sell even one piece, and the police will trace it back to you. Unless you kill me, there’s no way you’ll know what I actually own. But if you kill me, I’ll never tell you where any of it is p>
A heavy silence settled between them as the weight of her words sank in.
Sensing their hesitation, Kristine offered an alternative. “You don’t strike me as killers. If it’s money you’re after, maybe we can work something out p>
One of the kidnappers scoffed. “What makes you think we’d go for that p>
Kristine shifted her gaze to Jemma, who immediately flinched.
“What exactly did Monica offer you for this job?” Kristine asked calmly.
The two men exchanged wary glances before one answered. “She promised us five million once it’s done p>
A small smile played at Kristine’s lips. “Fine. Then let me help you collect every last cent of that five million p>
Her unexpected composure left both men momentarily stunned.
Panic erupted in Jemma’s voice. “Don’t listen to her! She’s just trying to use you to get back at me. She’s lying — can’t you see that p>
𝗦𝘩𝖺𝘳𝖾 𝘆ou𝗿 𝘁𝗁𝗈𝘂ght𝘀 o𝘯 ѕ.c𝘰𝗺
Their initial doubt faded when they saw the terror in Jemma’s eyes. Kristine’s proposal was starting to seem worth hearing out. After all, what did they really have to lose?
“Alright,” one of them finally said. “Tell us what you have in mind p>
Kristine’s gaze swept over Jemma’s twisted expression and the trembling Elyse. “First, get them out of here p>
“Sure thing.” Without hesitation, the kidnappers grabbed Jemma and Elyse and dragged them outside.
Jemma’s face was slick with cold sweat as Kristine calmly turned the situation around. No matter how much she screamed or pleaded, the kidnappers ignored her, leaving both her and Elyse just outside the factory. With the area deserted, they didn’t seem particularly worried about anyone making a run for it.
The men strode back inside. “Alright — let’s hear what you’ve got p>
A faint smile curved on Kristine’s lips. “Of course. Here’s what we’re going to do p>
Meanwhile, Danica hammered her fists against the door of the grand hotel suite, fury fueling every strike. “Colton, you absolute bastard, open up right now p>
Her commotion drew the hotel manager, who hurried over with a worried expression. The moment he recognized Danica, his voice softened. “Miss Jackson, please try to remain calm. Let’s step somewhere private to discuss this p>
“Would you be calm if your friend had just disappeared?” Danica shot back, glaring at him without restraint.
The manager froze, caught off guard.
In that instant, the door swung open and a man stepped out draped in a white bathrobe. Damp strands of his disheveled hair dripped steadily, beads of water trailing down his sharply defined torso. Despite the undeniable impression he made, the oppressive aura he carried was enough to crush any stray thought before it could fully form.
“Who disappeared?” he asked, his brow tightening.
Danica’s eyes burned red. “Kristine,” she answered, her voice breaking.
Colton’s expression hardened in an instant. “What did you just say p>