Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 357

The moment he left, Rosalie collapsed onto the floor in a panic. "Clara, my Clara..."

She had suffered so much.

She was finally about to be free, so how could this happen to her now?

...

Julian reached the ground floor, got back into his car, and sat there with a grim, anxious expression. He was just about to call Arthur to check on the situation.

Suddenly, an unknown number called his phone. The IP address was encrypted.

Julian's brow twitched with a creeping sense of dread. Hesitantly, he reached out and accepted the call.

Instantly, the sound of a woman's hysterical sobbing burst through the speaker. "Help! Help!"

"Julian, please save me! I don't want to die!"

It was Seraphina Shaw!

Julian's dark eyes widened in shock as his grip on the phone tightened. "Where are you? What's going on?"

Shouldn't she have been escorted by the bodyguards to the airport, waiting for her flight to the UK?

"Julian—" Seraphina screamed, her voice abruptly cut off as someone clamped a hand over her mouth, leaving only pitiful, muffled whimpers.

Julian frowned, immediately guessing it was a kidnapping.

Over the years, Lowell Industries' aggressive expansion had stepped on plenty of toes, and many rivals harbored secret desires for revenge.

Years ago, his own kidnapping had been an act of retaliation!

Because of that, he had maintained a fortress of security since taking over the company.

He hadn't expected this...

Julian closed his eyes, the traumatic memories of his past kidnapping casting a dark shadow over his face.

Gritting his teeth, he negotiated. "Let her go. Do not touch her! Name your price, I'll pay it."

A rustling sound came through the phone, indicating the man had gagged Seraphina. Then came a scoff. "As expected of Mr. Lowell. Generous as always!"

"Since you're offering, I won't hold back."

"I want The $1 Billion Ransom. Transfer the money into a private offshore account. In one hour, bring the card to The Old Ironworks on the outskirts of the city. We trade the money for the girl."

Julian's expression turned murderous, but he issued a warning. "Fine. But if she is hurt in any way..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lowell. Show up on time, and I guarantee she'll be perfectly safe! But if you're late, all bets are off. With her delicate skin, who knows how much she can endure..."

The line went dead.

Julian's face turned livid. Staring at the darkened screen, he slammed his fist into the steering wheel.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed again. It was Arthur.

Julian rubbed his temples, answered the call, and ordered coldly, "Set up a secure, untraceable account and wire a billion dollars into it."

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