The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 446

David picked up the call. On the other end, a rough male voice greeted him. “Hello, Mr. Harmon.”

David kept his face unreadable as he held the phone. “Who are you?”

“You don’t need to know who I am, Mr. Harmon. The only thing that matters is that the person you’re looking for is with me.”

Rachel’s anxious voice broke through. “He must have taken Jessa. Mr. Harmon, please, you have to save her.”

David’s tone was icy. “You have Jessa.”

“That’s right. I’ll let her talk to you for a second.”

A moment later, Jessa’s voice rang out through the phone, panic and fear clear in every word. “David, help me, please. I’m so scared. Please, save me.”

David’s lips pressed into a hard, cold line. “What do you want?”

“Money, Mr. Harmon. I want a billion dollars, and I want it now.”

David let out a cold laugh. “You really think you can get away with kidnapping and demanding a billion dollars? That’s enough to put you behind bars for the rest of your life.”

The man didn't sound the least bit threatened. “Don’t bother trying to scare me, Mr. Harmon. I’m not that easy to intimidate. Does a billion sound like too much for one person? How about for two?”

David’s eyes narrowed. “Two people?”

Just then, Wyatt hurried over, looking panicked. “Mr. Harmon, something’s wrong. Ella’s missing.”

Dr. E still hadn’t shown up, so Wyatt had gone upstairs to check. Ella’s room was empty.

Ella was gone.

David’s hand clenched around his phone. “Is Ella with you too?”

Ella glanced around quickly, then shouted into the phone, “David, we’re in a warehouse on the west side—”

Scar hadn’t expected that. He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

The sound echoed in the warehouse. Ella’s face snapped to the side, a bright red mark already blooming on her cheek.

It was red and swollen, impossible to ignore.

David heard Ella’s voice and the slap through the phone. His expression changed in an instant, his voice suddenly cold and sharp. “Stop. If you touch her again, you won’t live to see tomorrow.”

Scar just laughed, taunting him. “Look at that, Mr. Harmon. You really care about your ex-wife. One slap and you’re already losing your cool.”

David’s voice was flat and steady. “A billion dollars. Fine. Give me the address. I’ll bring the money, you let them go.”

“Now, that’s what I like to hear. I’ll be waiting. You come alone.”