The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 958: 456 Tear Ticket_2 Chapter 958: 456 Tear Ticket_2 Norman Capris felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing around him.

He had managed to get on the wrong side of the criminal police’s unit captain.

Suddenly, a cruel intention flashed in his eyes.

“Since it’s come to this, there’s no turning back.

Who cares about the police, it’s just their bad luck.”

Before Matilda Wilson could berate him, Norman shoved a piece of cloth in her mouth and swiftly tied her hands together.

Clydie was already terror-stricken at the mention of the police.

Norman thrust a cell phone into Clydie’s hand: “Say exactly what I told you to say.

Say one extra word, and I won’t hesitate to slap you.”

Clydie’s eyes welled up with tears and her heart pounded as the phone rang indefinitely.

She never felt time passed more painfully.

The call connected and Clydie felt her heart leap in her chest.

She saw Matilda desperately shaking her head, hope filling her eyes.

Meanwhile, Norman narrowed his eyes at Clydie, his gaze locked onto her.

“Is this Dr.

Aria?” a gentle, otherworldly voice of a woman floated out of the speaker, reminiscent of a chant cleansing the soul.

Clydie was taken aback.

The voice seemed eerily familiar.

Where had she heard it before?

Norman kicked Peter Aria, the guy was a doctor.

In the moment Clydie hesitated, a hand locked around her throat.

Frozen in place, Clydie stuttered, “You…hello…are you related to Dr.

Aria?”

A long silence ensued.

A suffocating calm permeated the air.

Clydie felt as if her heartbeat would escape from her throat.

“I’m a friend of Dr.

Aria.

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Where is he?

And who are you?”

The voice coming from the other end was less gentle but more collected, sharp, and subtly threatening.

Perspiration soaked Clydie’s palms.

Under Norman’s intimidating gaze, she barely managed to speak.

“Dr…

Dr.

Aria is in trouble.

If you want to save him, you have to transfer one billion to a bank account.

Otherwise, he…he will die horribly.

I will give you the account number later.

You have two hours to transfer the money, or else…else you’ll see Dr.

Aria’s corpse.”

Clydie was about to hang up when Norman mouthed that she forgot to tell them not to contact the police.

Clydie’s eyes flickered.

Hastily, she added into the phone, “Dr.

Aria is at Four Seasons Town’s Fat Chef, come save her…ah…”

She was received by a harsh slap that knocked her to the ground, her face instantly swelling.

Clutching her face, Clydie spit out a mouthful of blood, bursting into tears out of humiliation.

“Witch, I’ll deal with you later,” Norman scolded, pointing his finger at her face.

Then, clearing his throat, Norman picked up the phone again, delivering his words in a grim tone, “I want to see one billion in cash in an hour.

I will text you the address.

If I haven’t seen the money by the end of the hour, prepare to collect Dr.

Aria’s remains.

Also, don’t call the police.

If you dare to, I’ll make sure he dies a horrible death.”

After ending the call, he sent the text message with the address.

Having done all this, Norman dialed one of his good buddies to pick him up, and another friend in Pethkids who owed a gambling debt and was on the run from the Green Dragon Association.

This desperado was certainly ready to take a gamble.

These businessmen were cunning.

The bank accounts could be frozen at any time, so cash was the safest option.

Having heard the entire exchange, Matilda Wilson was at a loss for words.

She desperately widened her eyes, trying to catch Norman’s attention.

Fool, doesn’t he realize how heavy a billion in cash is?

Even if he can get his hands on it, how will he manage to carry it away?

Moreover, even with all the bank staff, how could they count a billion in such a short time?

Unfortunately, Norman paid her no heed.

“Cry, cry, cry.

That’s all you know how to do.

You’re a liability, and you dared to betray me.”

He squatted down in front of Clydie, yanked on her hair and forced her to raise her head.

“Tsk, I gave you an opportunity, but you failed.

Don’t blame me now.

I’ll grant you your wish.

You two can die together.”

Clydie was genuinely terrified and started crying, pleading, “Please, Finnian, I beg you.

Spare me this time, I won’t do it again…”

“Too late.”

Norman snorted coldly, tossed her next to Peter Aria.

Clydie leaned on Peter, no longer feeling the warmth of security, only the depths of fear haunting her heart.

Although beauty is contrarily deadly.

Norman glanced at the silver lock in his hand.

It was small and certainly not worth much money.