Chasing The Fierce Heiress

He added, “I can let you earn five million dollars in one go.”

Five million dollars!

The human trafficker’s eyes instantly lit up!

No matter how hard he worked as a minion, he’d never make five million dollars in his whole life.

So even though he knew that Alexander was a kid, he couldn’t help being interested.

“Tell me, how can I earn five million dollars in one go?”

“In fact… My grandfather’s family is rich,” Alexander said in a sedate voice that an ordinary kid shouldn’t have. “I’ll give you my uncle’s number. If you call him, you can ask him directly for a ransom of five million dollars.”

The human trafficker’s eyes were brighter! Alexander’s words had affected him; of course, it was the five million dollars that really had affected him.

But he was hesitant. After all, it was the first time he had ever done such a thing.

“Boy, are you lying to me because you want me to help you contact your family, who will then call the police?” the human trafficker asked warily.

“Sir, you’ve thought too much,” Alexander said in a deep tone. “You’ve caught me. If my family calls the police, you can kill me. No matter how stupid I am, I won’t try to court death. Don’t you think so?”

The human trafficker thought he had a point but was still wary, “But why are you helping me?”

Staring at him, who was suspicious, Alexander was very calm. “Sir, we’re getting what we need separately. After all, all you want is money, and I don’t want to be sold. When the time comes, you’ll get the money while I can go home. Won’t we all get what we want?”

“You are smart, you brat,” said the human trafficker, who was about to be convinced by him. However, he was a little hesitant in his heart. “I have to think again about it since it is blackmail…”

“Sir, are you worried that you’re inexperienced?” Alexander looked very sensible as he spoke, “Why don’t you consult with a few partners?”

Alarm bells rang in the human trafficker’s heart.

If he did that alone, he would be able to get five million dollars, but if he told the partners, he would probably get less than fifty thousand dollars.

“I don’t have to! I haven’t done that before, but I have some knowledge of it.” The human trafficker opened the door and walked in with his phone.

There was a chill in Alexander’s eyes. But, sure enough, his plan worked.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Tell me your uncle’s number. Quick!” The human trafficker asked.

Alexander gave him a string of figures.

The human trafficker wanted to make a call, but he suddenly frowned. “Not right. Why don’t you tell me your biological parents’ phone number instead of your uncle’s?”

There was a flash of dark light in Alexander’s eyes.

Seeing that he was silent, the human trafficker snapped, “Go ahead! What are you up to?”

“Sir, my mom died two months ago…” With a flash of pain on his face, Alexander finally said, “My dad has recently married an aunt who brought a child my age. So he won’t care if I live or die.”

Sensing Alexander’s mood, Heather quietly clenched his finger.

In an instant, her soft, warm hand made his heart feel better.

He didn’t go on, but it was enough for the human trafficker to guess what was going on.

“It turns out your dad was a beast who abandoned his wife. I think your aunt’s child is likely to be his son,” said the human trafficker, “but anyway, you’re one of his sons. Give me his number, and maybe I’ll be able to earn ten million dollars in one go!”

Alexander hesitated for a while before giving him another number. After that, the human trafficker asked what Alexander’s name and his father’s name were.

Then the human trafficker immediately called Alexander’s father, “Hello, is that Gary Christopher speaking?”

“Who is it?” A steady voice came from the other end of the phone.

“You don’t need to know who I am!” the human trafficker said ferociously, “I have caught your son Alexander Christopher! Five million dollars in cash if you want him to live!”

With that, he grabbed Alexander’s collar viciously. “Say something to your dad!”

Alexander was a little expectant in the heart as he cried nervously. “Daddy, help me.”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before a cold voice sounded, “I don’t know how much Alexander has paid you to act. I’m telling you, I don’t have such a son now. I won’t give you any money. Do what you like!”

The human trafficker was furious. “Act? I’m telling you, I’m a real kidnapper! If you don’t give me the money, I’ll kill him!”

“Suit yourself!” Gary sneered. “I have more than one son, anyway.”

The phone was directly hung up. There was full of cold despair in Alexander’s heart. He shouldn’t have been expectant from the very beginning, but he couldn’t help but be hopeful, so he gave the human trafficker his number. But what he heard was Gary saying, ‘I have more than one son.’

Ho ho, so that’s it?

“Alex…” Heather leaned gently against him. She heard the conversation just now. She didn’t quite understand what it meant, but she could feel Alexander was super sad now. “Don’t be sad. I’ll be there for you.”

For some reason, he felt warm in his heart. When he felt the whole world did not need him, it was lucky that Heather was by his side, saying she would be there for him.

The human trafficker next to them burst out into curses. He had thought he was among the most shameless, and yet he did not expect that there would be such an inhuman guy among those well-dressed people!

“Enough, just call my uncle.” Alexander was the first to come to his senses and remind the human trafficker. Although he was very sad, he did not forget what he wanted to do now was to rescue Heather.

Such a lovely girl shouldn’t suffer.

The human trafficker gradually calmed down. Then, with a cold snort, he began to dial another number.

“I’ve caught Alexander Christopher!” When the phone rang, the human trafficker said impatiently, “If you want to keep him alive, prepare five million dollars in cash!”

There was silence on the other end. The human trafficker looked uncertain as he looked at Alexander. His uncle wasn’t going to say he wouldn’t care whether he was alive or dead, was he?