Chapter 62

"You— You're Mr. Nathan Goldmann, aren't you?" The voice on the phone was rough, trembling slightly. "If— If you want these kids alive, pay us two million. Otherwise, we'll kill them!"

Nathan's expression darkened instantly, his jaw tightening. His cold gaze flicked to Oliver, who stood beside him, already sensing the urgency.

Oliver didn't hesitate. He grabbed his coat and followed Nathan out of the office without a word.

"I'll pay the ransom," Nathan said, his voice dangerously low. "But if either of them is harmed in any way, you won’t live long enough to regret it." He ended the call with a sharp click and handed the phone to Oliver. "Track it. Now."

On the other end, the kidnapper turned to his partner, a grin spreading across his face. "Boss, Goldmann actually agreed! We're getting paid!"

The man with the brush-cut remained silent, though his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Nathan Goldmann is willing to pay two million for these brats.

While the two men were distracted, Liam had already managed to cut through the ropes binding his wrists.

Neither noticed as he crept up behind them, his movements silent.

In one swift motion, he snatched the knife from the distracted man’s belt.

The man whirled around—just in time for the blade to sink into his stomach.

"You little—!" The brush-cut man lunged, but Liam twisted away, slashing his arm instead.

Blood dripped onto the floor.

For a boy his age, Liam’s ferocity was terrifying. The brush-cut man hesitated, his bravado faltering under the cold glare of a child who fought like a seasoned killer.

"You think you can take me?" Liam taunted, twirling the knife expertly between his fingers. "Try it."

Sweat beaded on the kidnapper’s forehead.

This kid moves like a trained assassin. And my idiot partner is bleeding out.

"If he dies—"

"I'm a kid," Liam interrupted calmly. "Who’s going to believe I killed him? Even if they do, you kidnapped us first. It’s self-defense."

"Boss… I'm losing too much blood…" The injured man groaned, clutching his wound as crimson seeped through his fingers.

The brush-cut man swallowed hard, weighing his options.

If I rush him, I might end up just as bad as my partner.

Liam smirked, knowing he had the upper hand.

Then—police sirens.

Liam acted fast. He shoved the knife into the brush-cut man’s hand, pressed the blade against his own neck, and dropped to his knees, feigning fear.

"Police! Freeze!"

The door burst open before the kidnapper could react.

"Liam! Daisy!" Angela rushed in, her face pale with relief as she pulled the children into a tight embrace. "Oh my God, you scared me half to death!"

The brush-cut man, now in cuffs, protested wildly. "I didn’t stab him! It was the kid—!"

No one listened.

Outside, a sleek Rolls-Royce pulled up.

Nathan stepped out, his sharp eyes scanning the scene before landing on the children. His lips pressed into a thin line as he strode toward them.

Daisy spotted him first. "Mister!"

She sprinted forward and threw her arms around him.

Nathan stiffened for only a second before lifting her into his arms. "I'm sorry I wasn’t faster."

Daisy shook her head, grinning. "It’s okay! We tricked them so the police could come!"

Nathan exhaled, holding her tighter.

Liam watched, his expression unreadable.

But for the first time, Nathan looked at him—really looked at him—and saw something unsettling in the boy’s eyes.

Something dangerous.