When The Phone Rings Who Is The Kidnapper นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I told you. He wants me dead just as much as Jennifer does. Let me go. I will wire you twenty grand right now. My uncle is tracking my phone's GPS. He is coming, and he won't be as nice as I am." The Kidnapper stopped pacing. He looked at my calm face, then down at his knife. He hesitated. Suddenly, the dead phone in his hand lit up. A sharp, loud ringtone pierced the damp, silent air of the garage. It made both of us jump. The Kidnapper stared at the glowing screen. The caller ID flashed in bold letters: Ellis Winston. The Kidnapper's eyes widened with sudden greed. He quickly hit the answer button, turned on the speaker, and shoved the phone right next to my face.

He was a kidnapper, so she should not dare to trick him. Then, he took a deep breath and dialed the number just now. The call was connected almost immediately. The kidnapper said hurriedly, "What I just said is true, so don't think I'm joking. Your daughter is here with me now!" After finishing speaking, Chloe quickly leaned over and screamed into the phone— "Ahhhh!" The kidnapper was startled. Chloe cried and yelled, "Save me! Papa, save me! Papa, save me!" After the kidnapper was interrupted, he almost lost his pace, but he continued to steady himself, saying, "If you want to call the police, I'll..."

He answered before the first ring even finished. "Mr Hale," an ugly, mocking voice rasped through the phone line. "Did you like our little photograph? We call it: your world is collapsing." Jason didn't like the familiarity in the man's tone, as though they were just old friends catching up on a random weekend. He forced his voice into a fake calm because he'd been advised not to tick off the kidnappers for the sake of Samantha's safety, then he asked, "Where is she?"

Just about anything could be happening to her right now and we can’t do anything about it. While we sat around to deliberate on what can be done, my phone rang. An unknown number. My heart skipped a bit. It could be the people who kidnapped Rose calling to ask for ransom. I’m prepared to give them anything as long as I get the confirmation that she’s fine and will be alright when they return her to us. I notified the guys that I was about to receive a call and they gathered around. I made sure Jaden was hooked to the computer to be able to trace the location of the cell and I picked up. I put the phone on speaker so everyone can hear what the person wants to say. “Hello?” I said when the per

"We agreed." "Well, we changed our minds." My father damned himself. "I'm giving you forty-eight hours," the kidnapper continued. "Or she dies." I shut my eyes. This would not be finished. The next morning, I awoke to yelling. The kidnappers were arguing with each other, but I barely paid attention. I was so exhausted. My body ached, and the room was spinning. Then one of them threw a phone at me. "Answer it." I hesitated. It wasn't my father's number. I pressed the call button. "Hello?"

But when she was about to say that she wants to hand the case to them, the house owner's phone began to ring. Seeming to relate to what happened, Raine paused and chose to listen. The unknown caller that called us might be the same person as the kidnapper, she thought, but could it be just done by one person that dialled the wrong number? "I have your child, Sarah," said the caller. "Kate, please give Theo back to us! Please! I'll do anything just please... please him back to me," the house owner begged with tears falling down from her eyes. "You'll do anything, huh?" asked the kidnapper. "I already thought of that," she added.

Whoever tied me up knew what they were doing. Suddenly, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I freeze. My phone. They didn't take my phone? What kind of amateur kidnapping operation is this? I look around frantically. My bag is gone. They took that. But they didn't check my pockets? Thank God for incompetent kidnappers. I awkwardly maneuver my tied hands into my pocket and pull out my phone. It's ringing. The caller ID says "Treasure." I answer as fast as I can with my bound hands.

Once I find who that person is, I will torture them until they confessed all their abominable sins. “Alright. I will drop the car at your place before going to meet with the security team,” Max said. “Good,” I replied and hung up. Since the mastermind was playing a game with me, I will have to play along to his or her tune until I figure out the next right thing to do about this situation. My phone started to ring again, an unknown number was calling but it wasn't a private number. Thinking that it could be the kidnappers, I picked up the call immediately. But the voice I heard was beyond what I expected.

For now, they had to deal with the kidnapper on the phone and buy time. Marcellus lowered his voice, speaking calmly but with a hint of impatience. “Who are you? And why are you calling?” The kidnapper let out a cold chuckle, his tone becoming even more casual. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is who I have.” With that, he handed the phone to Livia, who was bound beside him. His tone was laced with mockery. “Say something. Let your husband and your lover know who you are.”

Whoever dared to kidnap Carter's first love and his son without airtight preparation was nothing short of courting death. Thomas sat silently off to the side the entire time. He gave no unnecessary words, no interruptions, not even an excuse to step out. He kept his presence minimal, his suspicion even lower. Another two hours passed before the phone finally rang. "Mr. Biggs," the kidnapper's voice came through. "The money's ready, I assume?" "It is."