Chapter 283 Gunshots

“Twenty million dollars is fine, but you’re not to lay a finger on her!” Dalton said hurriedly.

Harold chuckled, glancing at Meryl, then at Lydia, his eyes gleaming with mischievous excitement. “However, there are two women here. Which one is your wife, Your Highness?”

He reached out to touch the faces of both women.

Lydia sobbed, saying, “Dalton, please come save me! I’m so scared; wah, it was all Meryl’s fault for running around, leading those kidnappers to us…”

Her voice was breathless, as if she was terribly wronged.

Implicit in her words was that Meryl had dragged her into this situation.

Harold, who detested women’s tears the most, struck Lydia with his hand. “Shut up, will you! Are you performing for an Oscar? I haven’t done anything to you, yet you’re bawling. How did the prince of Kingsdom end up marrying someone like you? Can’t you handle things at all?”

Lydia dared not speak again, only whimpering softly.

Dalton clenched his lips, just then realizing that Lydia was also being held hostage.

He had wanted to divorce her, but seeing her in such a predicament, he couldn’t just stand idly by.

“I want both of them; name your price.”

Harold laughed upon hearing this. “It seems one is a fair maiden, and the other, a confidante. It pays to know how to be born. Alright then, I’ll give you a discount. Fifty million dollars; deliver it to me within two hours!”

Dalton had already boarded his car, ready to withdraw the money from the bank.

Harold warned, “Don’t call the police! Or I’ll kill them!”

“But you’re not to touch her!”

“Of course we won’t touch your wife, but the other one…”

Dalton’s expression darkened, his voice rising sharply. “Nor can you touch the other! If you dare to harm even a hair on their heads, I’ll find you, no matter who you are!”

Dalton’s words were not empty threats; each one seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Harold would not dare to question Dalton’s power; with just a wave of his hand, he could command an army.

If Harold had known that the person being kidnapped was Dalton’s wife, he would not have taken such a great risk.

When Dalton arrived at the designated location, it was already dark.

The car’s trunk was stuffed full of banknotes, and when he got out, he demanded they be released.

Harold stood outside the factory, signaling his goons to go check.

As the trunk was opened, the sight of the abundantly stacked notes dazzled the eye.

“Truly formidable; it’s only been a short while, and 50 million dollars has been gathered!”

Harold had never seen so much money; his eyes gleaming with greed.

Dalton stated coldly, “I’ve brought the money; release them!”

Harold waved his hand at his henchmen, who received the order and immediately went in to bring the captives out.

At that moment, gunshots rang out from within the factory.

Harold’s face darkened. “What’s happening?”

“Boss, something’s not right! Our men are on the ground, and a woman has been stolen away!”

“What?”

Harold realized the seriousness of the situation, glaring at Dalton. “I warned you not to call the police! Damn it!”

Dalton’s expression was gloomy. “I didn’t call the police!”

Harold asked, “Then what’s with the gunshots?”

At that moment, Lydia burst out of the factory, tears streaming down her face. When she saw Dalton, she immediately threw herself into his arms.

“It was so terrifying! Dalton, just now, someone started shooting and killed the thugs who were guarding us. They took Meryl away!” Lydia sobbed uncontrollably.

Harold’s face turned cold. “Explain clearly, who were they?”

Lydia said through her tears, “They looked even more terrifying than you guys. As soon as they arrived, they were demanding to know who Meryl was. They almost shot me too, but I managed to hide behind a box.”