JAMES WANE THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 329

Chapter 329

It was Mr. Sterling who was calling Williams. He sat in his dimly lit office, his hands clenched into tight fists as he stared at his phone lying on the polished mahogany desk. The screen was dark, unresponsive—just like Williams, who had ignored his calls all evening.

He’d tried Williams again and again, hoping he would pick up. But nothing. Mr. Sterling’s jaw tightened as frustration clawed at him.

With an irritated sigh, he picked up the phone again, scrolling through his call log, where Williams’ name sat, unanswered, like a taunt.

Mr. Sterling closed his eyes briefly, his mind racing back to the call with the kidnappers earlier that day.

The kidnappers’ cold, steady voices still echoed in his ears, making his stomach chum with anger. He could almost picture them on the other end, calm, menacing, outlining their demands as though it were just business as usual: twenty million dollars, packed in cash, and to be delivered at an undisclosed location that they’d provide s