Chapter 437

Nathaniel's finger hovered over the answer button before pressing it. A rough male voice crackled through the speaker.

"Hello, Mr. Falcon."

Nathaniel's expression didn't flicker as he tightened his grip on the phone. "Identify yourself."

"Names don't matter. What matters is that I have what you're looking for," the voice taunted.

Victoria's panicked voice cut in. "He took Isabella! Mr. Falcon, you have to get her back!"

Nathaniel's tone turned glacial. "Is Isabella with you?"

"Smart man," the voice sneered. "Let her say hello."

Seconds later, Isabella's terrified voice filled the line. "Nathaniel, help me! I'm scared—please!"

Nathaniel's lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. "State your demands."

"One hundred million. Now."

A dry laugh escaped Nathaniel. "Kidnapping and extortion? That's a life sentence."

The man on the other end didn't sound fazed. "Spare me the threats. Think a hundred million's too much for one life? What about two?"

Nathaniel's eyes narrowed. "Two?"

Oliver rushed in, breathless. "Mr. Falcon, Harrison is missing."

Earlier, when Dr. Sinclair hadn't arrived, Oliver had gone to check—only to find Harrison gone.

Nathaniel froze for half a second before his grip on the phone turned bone-white. "You have Harrison too?"

Meanwhile, in a derelict warehouse on the city's outskirts, Harrison stirred awake.

Her wrists and ankles were bound. Before her stood a scar-faced man flanked by black-clad figures.

Kidnapped.

Just her luck. She'd planned to reveal herself as Dr. Sinclair today—instead, she'd woken up here.

A familiar voice called out weakly. "Harrison? You're awake?"

Harrison turned her head. Isabella, bound and bruised, lay beside her.

Harrison's breath hitched. "Isabella? What are you doing here?"

Isabella thrashed against her restraints. "Let us go! I'm Nathaniel's girlfriend! If you hurt me, he'll hunt you down—this is his city! You won't escape!"

The scarred man, phone in hand, chuckled darkly. "Oh, I know exactly who you both are. His current flame and his ex-wife."

He stepped closer to Harrison. "Say hello to Mr. Falcon."

Harrison scanned the room, then suddenly shouted into the phone, "Nathaniel! Western outskirts warehouse—"

The man backhanded her before she could finish.

CRACK.

The force snapped Harrison's head to the side. A livid red mark bloomed across her cheek, swelling instantly.

Nathaniel heard the slap—and the sharp gasp that followed. His voice dropped to a lethal whisper.

"Touch her again, and you won't live to see dawn."

Scarface laughed. "Aw, still soft for the ex? How sweet."

Nathaniel's reply was ice. "You'll get your hundred million. Send the address. I deliver the money—you hand them over."

"Deal," Scarface mocked. "But come alone."