âBehave yourself,â Jamir warned, noticing Rosalynn glancing behind.
Rosalynn looked at him, her eyes meeting his masked face.
His slightly upturned eyes lacked the ferocity she expected from a ruthless kidnapper, carrying only a warning.
She wondered about his background.
âA car is chasing us.
It must be my husbandâs,â Rosalynn said, trying to sound confident.
âYou know who I am, right? Let me go, or my husband and my family wonât spare you.
â
Jamir ignored her, focusing on the road ahead.
Rosalynnâs frustration grew.
She wasnât going to sit quietly.
âWho are you? Why did you kidnap me? Do you want money? We can make a deal,â she offered.
âIâm the cherished daughter of the Moreno family and wife of the CEO of the Hughes Group.
Money is no object.
Just let me go.
â
Before Jamir could respond, his subordinate in the driverâs seat spoke up.
âJamir, sheâs loaded.
Why not extort her before we leave the country?â
âShut up!â Jamir snapped, silencing his subordinate.
The subordinate looked confused.
Why not take advantage of the situation and make some quick cash?
But Jamir was thinking further ahead.
Extorting money from Rosalynn wasnât simple, and even if they got it, they might not live to spend it.
Their priority was escaping safely.
âDamn it, the car behind us is gaining! Hold on tight!â the subordinate exclaimed, accelerating as Sanfordâs car closed in.
The car sped up dangerously around the curves.
Rosalynn wanted to pusuade the kidnappers more, but she felt nauseous as soon as the car sped up.
She groaned, trying to hold back the urge to vomit.
Jamir noticed, frowning as he hesitated to comfort her.
He raised his hand but pulled it back.
In the car behind, Brianâs face was cold as ice.
âcan you drive faster?â he urged.
Sanford, focused on the treacherous road, replied, âI wish I could, but with cliffs on one side and the sea on the other, a single mistake could send us over the edge.
â
Brianâs lips pressed into a thin line.
âI thought you played racing games.
Is this your best?â