Chapter 49


    Thomas snapped two pictures of himself posing in front of the Quinton Corporation building as he was


    in a good mood. He intended to send the images to his mother to inform her that he was ready to


    reim what was rightfully hers. Unfortunately, he was too focused on taking the photo that he did not


    realize someone was approaching him. A man covered Thomas'' mouth and forcefully carried him into a


    ck sedan.


    After biting the man''s hand to escape from his hold, Thomas yelled, "What are you doing? Let me go!"


    "What a brat! Not only do you know how to talk, but you also know how to bite! Like father, like son.


    You''re both insane!" Bruno, who was hiding his identity under a mask and sunsses, chided. He then


    beckoned the driver to start driving.


    Thomas started to panic when he saw the vehicle moving. He thought, it seems like I''m being


    kidnapped. How dare hee after me!


    Thomas folded his arms across his chest and questioned Bruno, "Why are you bullying a little kid like


    me, old man? Do you have nothing better to do?"


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    Based on Bruno''s earlier statement and the fact that his actions did not appear malicious, Thomas


    deduced that his kidnapper knew Noah and intended to negotiate for ransom. The boy was secretly


    overjoyed to learn that they had amon enemy.


    "Why are asking so much? I''m bringing you to my home to y for a while. Once I''ve gotten what I


    wanted, I''ll send you back. Be good, will you?" Bruno decided to negotiate with Thomas when he saw


    the boy was in a calm state.


    Thomas'' face lit up when he realized that his analysis was urate. He recalled his personal mantra


    and said, "I can work with you, but how would it benefit me?"


    "I''ll get you ice cream and arge toy. How about that?" Bruno was surprised that the boy could not


    only speak but was also no longer stubborn. He was even more confident that his n would seed.


    Bruno left Quinton Corporation feelingpletely defeated. Outside the building, he was surprised to


    see Thomas. He decided to kidnap the boy because he was desperate and had nothing to lose. He had


    anticipated that the boy would raise a fuss and refuse to follow instructions. Hence, he was pleasantly


    surprised to learn the boy was so obedient.


    Bruno thought triumphantly, I''m confident that Noah will be willing to give up on Quinton Corporation for


    Colton''s sake. I''ll finally be able to defeat the Quincy family.


    "I''m no longer a three-year-old kid, old man. Do you really think ice cream and toys are going to satisfy


    me?" Thomas scoffed.


    "What do you want then?" Bruno asked.


    "It depends on how much is the ransom." Thomas'' eyes sparkled as he looked at the man.


    "Hmm… what ransom are you talking about? I''m bringing you out to y," Bruno said nervously.


    "In that case, send me home. I don''t wish to y with you anymore," Thomas replied nonchntly.


    "You brat!" Bruno snapped.


    "Why are you so fierce, old man! I''m not in the mood to y anymore. Let me call my dad," Thomas


    said.


    "Stop! You can get anything you want if you''re willing to cooperate," Bruno relented.


    Thomas was thrilled that Bruno caved in; it was a great opportunity for him to earn money.


    Bruno thought in puzzlement when he noticed the boy''s radiant look, is he really my five-year-old


    grandson? He''s so scheming! He even nned the route and the ransom amount. Am I dreaming?


    An hourter, Noah received a text message. I have captured your son. You have one hour to prepare


    10 million dors, or I''ll kill him. The kidnapper also sent two photos of Thomas looking terrified.


    Rage seared through Noah and he snapped the pen in half. Just then, he received a call from Charles.


    "Colton is gone!"


    "Yeah, someone kidnapped Colt," Noah replied tersely.


    "What?! Who in Imperia would kidnap a member of the Quincy family?" Charles said in shock.


    Wayne, who was standing beside Noah, was appalled by the kidnapper''s audacity. Noah handed him


    the phone and instructed, "Contact the captor and tell him that we have prepared the ransom."


    Wayne followed instructions without any hesitation. As soon as the call was answered, Noah


    immediately used hisptop to find the kidnappers'' location. When he realized they were heading


    toward Westview, he grabbed hisptop and left the office with Wayne close behind.


    Over ten vehicles left the parking lot in less than three minutes.


    "Hi, I''m Mr. Quincy''s personal assistant. We have prepared the ransom. Where shall we meet?" Wayne


    spoke on the phone.


    The kidnapper, who was using a voice changer replied, "Put the money in bin 15 at Eastview Park. I''ll


    send someone to retrieve it. Don''t try to y games and don''t you dare call the police. I won''t be able


    to guarantee your son''s safety if you do so!"


    "You can have the money after we speak to Colton. How would we know if this is a prank call?" Wayne


    challenged. He was doing everything he could to prolong the phone call so that their men could travel


    to Eastview and Westview.


    The kidnapper thought for a moment before answering, "Okay."


    However, the call abruptly ended before they could speak to the boy. Noah started to panic when he


    did not hear from Thomas. When Wayne called the number again, it was disconnected.


    Soon after, Noah received a text message. Don''t try to track me down using technology. Your son will


    be in danger if you do not follow my instructions.


    Noah was filled with rage when he saw the threatening message; he could not wait to shred the


    kidnapper into pieces. Just then, he received a notification on his mobile phone. Upon checking the wifi


    setting, he saw "Your Beloved" appearing under the family segment.


    Noah thought in surprise, it''s Colton''s phone nickname! Within seconds, he was able to detect "Your


    Beloved"st location.