JAMES WANE THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

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Treat looked around in fear and no one said a thing.

About a minute or two later, Mr. Price’s phone rang.

“Yes, you got them?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir. We got them… All clear” the man from the other end responded.

He got his answers, thanked whoever it was and then hung up.

“They’ve got them. Barbara and Berta are fine. But there is a catch.” Mr. Price said.

“And what is that?” Masen asked, level-headed.

“They couldn’t get the people involved, they had quick intel and guns too and it was too risky to open fire with Barbara and Berta in there. They got away.” Mr. Price said.

“That is not much of a problem. If they tried this time, they would try again and we would be sure to get them that time. I am only glad the wife and daughter are both fine.” Mr. Wane said.

“Thank you so much everyone and I am so sorry Mr. Price, I feel ashamed of myself.” Treat said and bowed his head.

“It is okay, I am only pissed you didn’t tell me in time and I totally understand you had to do what you had to do,