The man pretending to be a traffic police officer found the phone that Rosalie had dropped under the car seat. The screen showed that she was on a call. He immediately hung up and turned around. "Stupid bitch! Trying to call for help, huh?"


    "Boss, let''s leave first. We don''t want any passersby to see us," one of his subordinates suggested.


    The man nodded. "Get her into the van. Let''s go."


    Rosalie was forcibly dragged into the van by several men, and then they all left in a convoy. Her car was also driven away.


    The road was quiet and empty once again, as if nothing had happened.


    Inside the van, Rosalie''s hands and feet were bound. A sweaty,rge hand pinched her chin and turned her head to face him.


    "I didn''t expect La to have such a beautiful niece."


    Rosalie tried to stay calm. She asked coldly, "Did she ask you to capture me?"


    "That''s right. If you had just lent her the money, this wouldn''t have happened. Since you''re so stingy, your aunt had no choice but to cut ties with you."


    The man''s hand slid from her shoulder to her waist, and he gave her a hard pinch. "Looks like tonight is going to be interesting."


    Rosalie suppressed her disgust, and said, "You''re just after money. Let me make a call. You''ll get however much money you want."


    "Who are you going to call?"


    "The person I was contacting earlier."


    "How do we know you won''t y tricks, bitch?"Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    "Why don''t you call him? You can put it on speakerphone. I''m in your hands. If I try anything, I won''t be able to escape. I want safety, and you want money. If you''re only kidnapping me and not contacting my family, what''s the point? I know who will give you money."


    The man thought for a moment, then took Rosalie''s phone and asked, "Which finger?"


    Rosalie extended her thumb.


    The man unlocked the phone using her thumbprint and found the number Rosalie had dialed earlier, which was saved as "Uncle."


    "Is this the person?"


    Rosalie nodded. "Yes."


    "He''s your uncle. Why didn''t you call your husband or your grandmother? Wouldn''t they be more helpful?"


    Rosalie couldn''t reveal the truth. If she told then Christopher''s identity, they might not believe her, and even if they did, it would be more dangerous. They would think they had offended a high-ranking official and would be caught no matter What, so they might as well kill her.


    "My grandmother is old, and can''t handle the stress. If she panics and reports to the police, it will be problematic. My uncle cares for me a lot. In critical times, family is more helpful than your spouse. Call him, and I guarantee he''ll fulfill any request."


    The man dialed the number, and soon the call was connected.


    Christopher immediately said, "No matter who you are, I can meet any of your demands, and I won''t call the police. Just don''t harm my niece."


    "Good, I like people who are straightforward," the man said with augh. "But how much do you think your niece is worth?"


    The man touched Rosalie''s face roughly. Rosalie turned her head away. "Don''t touch me!"


    The man sneered, "Did you hear that? Your niece is still a pure and virtuous woman who doesn''t want to be touched. But I love touching virtuous women like her. What do you think we should do?"


    They couldn''t see Christopher, but his face was already extremely dark. His bodyguards were recording the call. "Name your price. I''ll pay it as long as you guarantee my niece''s safety. But I''m warning you if she''s harmed, you won''t get anything."


    He did not mention that they would also pay a very painful price to avoid angering them and risking Rosalie''s safety.


    From the moment they kidnapped Rosalie, Christopher had been devising how to make their end as painful as possible.