JAMES WANE THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 318

Chapter 318

Mr. Sterling paced the room anxiously, waiting for the kidnappers to pick up. His fingers drummed against the mahogany table, his thoughts racing. When the call finally came, he snatched his phone, almost smashing it against his ear.

"Hello?" His voice trembled, not with fear, but with pent-up rage. For days, he'd tried to reach the kidnappers, desperate to end this nightmare. But they only contacted him when they pleased, leaving him in the dark. "I've got your money ready," he said quickly. "Where am I sending it?"

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, a muffled sound of whispering between the kidnappers. Mr. Sterling’s heart raced as he listened to the brief, hushed conversation. His grip on the phone tightened, and he could almost feel the sweat building on his brow.

Finally, the kidnapper’s voice came back, cold and dismissive. “How much have you got?”

“The amount we agreed on. Ten million dollars.” Mr. Sterling’s tone was firm, though the desperation