Henry was restless as he sat on his swivel chair in his office. That had been the case ever since Emelda was kidnapped a week ago.
Yes, it was already a week since she got kidnapped.
Just then his phone rang,
'Ringg.... ringggg'
He glanced at the caller ID, and hissed.
It was an anonymous number.
Who was it?
He picked the call, and put it on handsfree.
However, he tapped the 'start recording' button.
He didn't want to take chances.
"Hello?" A deep baritone boomed from the other line.
Henry remained silent.
"Hahaha... I know you can hear me. Well, how are you coping?" The voice mocked.
Henry clenched his fists, as he became alert,
"Who are you?" Who was this person?
How did he know that something happened to him?
"Well... You don't deserve to know who I am.... But I want this to serve as a warning to you." The man at the other end, snarled.
"A warning?!" Henry sprang up.
"Stay away from Quinn, and you can have your daughter. Else.." He let his words hang.
"Don't try anything stupid." Henry growled.
"Nope... I should be saying that to you, you know. Stay away from Quinn, make her leave your mansion." The guy continued saying.
Henry frowned,
"Whoever you are, I'm sure you are acquainted with Quinn. And I'm sure you know very well, that Emelda is her daughter.." Henry began saying.
"Do I care?" The guy chuckled.
"Hurting Emelda is equivalent to hurting her." Henry said.
A chuckle came from the other end of the line,
"Listen Mr Henry and listen good, I didn't say I would hurt Emelda." The guy said.
"Then?" Henry was puzzled. Wasn't that what he said just now?
"I would kill her, Henry." The guy said laughing.
However, to Henry, his laughter sounded like that of the devil instead.
"You dare not... Do you know that she is a Stone? The Stones will personally hunt you down, if you go as far as pulling a strand of her hair."
"Say whatever you want. I'm sure you know what is best. Once I confirm that Quinn has left your mansion, your daughter will be released. Safe and sound..." The guy chuckled again, and hung up.
Henry sighed when he heard the beep sound in his ears.
'Bastard...' He cursed inwardly.
He played the recording, and almost threw his phone on the ground. How could someone be so inhumane? Going as far as kidnapping a little child as Emelda?
He deserved to die!
But... The person threatened him to leave Quinn.
He had to play the recording in the presence of Quinn. She might have an inkling of who it was...
How dare that person call him, just to threaten him? And not with anybody else, but his own daughter!
The guts!
He pranced around his office, and sighed at intervals.
What could he do? He couldn't let go of Quinn; not after his suffering.
Yet, he couldn't allow his daughter to die...
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