Chapter 285 Special Greeting

Dalton sneered as he heard the words.

“What do you take me for? Am I just a toy for you to play with?”

His eyes glinted with cold rage, his gaze locked onto Harold’s face.

The intense aura around him made Harold’s breath catch in his throat.

It was clear why Dalton was called the prince of Kingsdom—his fury was enough to intimidate even a hardened thug like Harold.

Without another word, Dalton turned and got into his vehicle.

Seeing him drive off, Harold panicked and ordered his goons to block the car.

“Let’s get one thing straight. You’re here to redeem your wife, right? And she’s perfectly fine,” Harold said.

Dalton glanced back. “What’s your point?”

Harold held up two fingers. “Leave 20 million dollars behind, and I’ll let you go.”

The cash was still in Dalton’s car, untouched.

Dalton smirked. “You think you can get money from me? Do you even have the right?”

He slammed the accelerator, and the engine roared with a piercing sound.

Dalton was driving a rugged off-road vehicle. Its powerful engine and fierce appearance made it look like a steel beast lying in wait in the darkness.

In an instant, the car lunged forward, plowing through the crowd of thugs.

They scrambled out of the way in a chaotic frenzy.

Seated beside Dalton, Lydia was terrified, her heart racing.

She had always seen Dalton as dignified and aloof, but this ruthless, unrestrained side of him was new and shocking.

Just moments before, he hadn’t even blinked as he barreled through them.

Lydia looked at Dalton with admiration. He was so stunningly fierce.

As they were leaving the factory, the blaring sirens of numerous police cars filled the air.

Lydia realized that Dalton had anticipated this and had set up a backup plan.

As a prominent figure in Kingsdom, Dalton was not someone who could be easily toyed with by a small-time crook.

Dalton got out of the car and spoke to the lead officer.

Whatever he said, the officer’s expression turned serious.

Moments later, Dalton got back in the car.

His voice was steady. “Get out. They’ll take you to the city.”

“Dalton, are you going to find Meryl? Do these cops know where she is?” Lydia asked urgently.

Dalton remained silent.

Lydia pleaded, “I’m Meryl’s sister! I’m just as worried about her safety as you are. If you’re going to save her, take me with you! I didn’t really mean what I said earlier; fear makes people say things they don’t mean. I feel incredibly guilty about Meryl. We’ve been through so much together.”

Dalton was too focused on rescuing Meryl to care much about Lydia’s words, whether they were genuine or not.

Every second wasted was another moment she was in danger.

The night was dark when Chandler’s phone buzzed with a new message.

[258, your woman is in our hands. Want to see her blown to pieces?]

[I’ll deliver her remains to your doorstep as a special greeting.]

Chandler’s fingers tightened, his expression darkening.