Chapter: 185


    The Betel Nut sneered, “Whoo are you keeding? Open your moobile payment app and geewe me your


    fone!”


    “Although he talks as if he had two tongues fighting, he isn’t stupid after all, ‘ Debbie thought to herself.


    She clutched her phone tightly. It was her only hope. She would never give it up to them.


    Then an idea struck her. She clicked the Contacts button on her phone and tried desperately to


    intimidate her captors.


    “I have a very powerful background. The people I know will kick your asses if you dare hurt me.”


    However, the Betel Nut didn’t seem frightened at all.


    “Call whooever you want. I weell wait and see whoo weelle. If one perthones, we meke $28,


    000. If twoe, we meke…er… it’s…”


    “$56, 000. If two peoplee, you make $56, 200,” prompted Debbie. It was hard for her to watch the


    man being tortured by Math. Nheless, she found it silly and hid a wicked smile.


    “Gosh! I thought I was bad at Math.”


    She scrolled the call log back and forth, while her eyes wandered around the room. She was looking for


    an escape route. She had no intention of calling anyone, but her finger identally touched


    Hayden’s number. When she realized it, the phone had already been connected.


    The call was soon answered, but what he said was really disappointing.


    “Deb, an important conference is about tomence. Do you have something urgent to say? If you


    don’t, then I have to go.”


    Somehow, Debbie wanted to see how he would react when he knew what was happening to her.


    “Yes, I do. Hayden, some people are trying to—”


    “To what?” He didn’t even wait to hear her out.


    “Deb, the conference has begun. I have to go. I’ll have my secretary call you backter, okay?”


    Actually, Hayden indeed had a meeting, but it hadn’t begun yet when Debbie called. He had lied


    because he was angry at Debbie hanging up on him earlier.


    So he ended her call in a hurry.


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    It never urred to him that since she had called at this reallyte hour, something awful might have


    happened to her.


    The two men in the room grew more impatient. When the call ended, they snatched away Debbie’s


    phone and said, “I don’t believe that you don’t have money on your phone or in your card. Come. I’ll


    swipe your card and you’ll input the code.”


    Then they searched out from her purse the card Carlos had given her. It was a premium Gold Edition


    Visa Card.


    Before they could swipe it, Debbie’s phone rang again. The caller ID said, Old Man.


    Her hopes were renewed. After being disappointed in Hayden, she started expecting rescue from


    Carlos.


    “I have to take that call.”


    The two men refused.