ANTHONY MARCELLUS, THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE HEIR

Realisation

Tony felt so much relief hearing that name, he fell on his knees right where he stood, his guards were confused, they wanted to help him up but he waved them off.

“She didn’t speak for too long before a man collected the phone and told us that she was safe and that we have absolutely nothing to worry about.” Freedman added, he heaved a sigh and waited for Tony’s response.

Winconstin and the detective were right, it was all an empty threat but it didn’t seem like it was though, especially for him.

“I’m so glad she’s alive, the uncertainty was getting on my nerves. Was it a private number?” Tony asked, although they wouldn’t make such a mistake. He stood up and walked slowly, now he knew where he should go.

“It was. Who do you think is doing this, Tony? Does she have any friend that is so jealous of her? For what reason is she being held?” Freedman’s tone was changing into a frustrated one. The questions just kept coming.

Now that he knew his daughter was alive and well, but was he