Sydney heard the kidnapper call Preston. “Mr. Rockefeller, I’ve got your women. If you want to save them, come alone.”
Preston acted fast, arriving at the location.
The first thing he did was check on Savannah, scanning her up and down nervously, and only after confirming she was uninjured did he breathe a sigh of relief.
A long time had passed before he remembered his wife.
He glanced at Sydney—only a casual look, nothing like the urgency he’d shown for Savannah just moments ago.
He turned to the kidnapper, asking, “How much do you want?”
At that question, the kidnapper twisted into a sinister grin and shoved a knife toward his captives. “Easy, Mr. Rockefeller. Why don’t we play a game? You can take one of these two women. The other one—she’s mine. What do you say?”
“No way!” Preston’s gaze went cold and fierce. He rejected the idea without hesitation.
The kidnapper burst into laughter, his eyes murderous. “Unfortunately for you—it’s not your choice. If you won’t pick, they both die with me.”
Preston clenched his fists, veins standing out.