composure. “Cut the crap. A hundred million dollars or you can collect Mrs. Lambert’s corpse!”
Hearing the figure, Peter paused for a moment before bursting out laughing. His laughter was especially loud in the cave. “A hundred million dollars? Haha, how dare you ask for that amount?”
Peter stopped laughing, his eyes full of disdain and sarcasm. “Mrs. Lambert, Mr. Lambert warned me before I came that you’re a good actress. He knows that you’re pretending to be pitiful to stop him from traveling.”
“He knows?” I looked at him in disbelief, my hopes shattering instantly.
Peter answered coldly, “Of course, he knows. Mr. Lambert reminded me to tell you that he won’t be coming. Why don’t you pretend for a while more? I’ll… leave first.”
My heart felt like it was pierced by a sword, and tears could not stop flowing down. “No, no.” I had to save myself, so I screamed, “Peter, you have to believe me. Please. I really don’t know this man. I’ve been kidnapped.”
The kidnapper was also angered by Peter’s lack of cooperation. He kicked me hard and said through gritted teeth, “You really think I won’t do it?”
“I don’t want to die. Give them the money!” I crouched on the ground and groaned in pain, but my heart hurt more.
“Mrs. Lambert, you’re not worth a hundred million dollars to Mr. Lambert.” Peter snorted. His disregard for me made me aware of my inferior place in the family.
They did not care if I lived or died.
