Chapter 752 Saving Grace
Quentin was filled with rage, his hands gripping the phone tightly, veins bulging.
"What do you want?"
His words were cold, hard, and devoid of any warmth.
Marlon was almost angry, "I've already been ruined by you, my reputation destroyed, and now you hypocritically ask me what I want."
"Cut the crap."
"Fine, Mr. Taft, I'll be straightforward. I want twenty million dollars. Put the money in the place I designate, and have it ready within a day. I warn you, don't call the police, or you'll be collecting Grace's corpse."
The atmosphere around Quentin was as cold as an ice cellar. His eyes shot out a cold, predatory light, like a hawk watching its prey.
But in just a moment, his emotions were concealed, and he returned to a state of clarity.
Lightly tapping the table, he sneered contemptuously, "Marlon, how dare you ask me for twenty million dollars?"
"I've made myself very clear. If I don't get the money, you'll see Grace's corpse."
"Is that so?" Quentin's tone was unhurried, "Do you think Grace is worth twenty million dollars to me?"
"Quentin, stop pretending. Since I found out that Grace is connected to you, I know the relationship between you two."
"Yes, I'm indeed with her, but so what? I've had many women. She's just a bed warmer. Do you think she's special?"
"Her life has nothing to do with me. I can find younger and prettier women."
"So, Marlon, I'm sorry to tell you, your plan has failed."
With that, Quentin ruthlessly hung up the phone.
He leaned on the table, taking several deep breaths, with his chest suffocated, as if a heavy stone was pressing on it.
'I'm sorry, Grace. I had no choice but to say those things. Whether you hear them or not, I hope you don't misunderstand me or blame me.'
'No matter the cost, I will save you. But please forgive me, I can't let Marlon see through me, or you'll be in even more danger.'
'For your safety, I have to do this.'
Quentin thought and rubbed his temples forcefully, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
After two minutes, Quentin picked up the phone again.
He had already returned to his usual cold, decisive self.
"Willie, give the order to mobilize all forces and track down Marlon throughout the night. Once found, show no mercy."
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Willie then asked, "Mr. Taft, should we call the police?"
"Not for now."
Quentin stopped him.
Marlon was already at the end of his rope, and what he wanted most was money.
So, his primary goal in kidnapping Grace was to use her to extort money from Quentin.
As long as Quentin didn't call the police, Marlon wouldn't harm Grace.
Marlon would definitely contact him again and lower the ransom.
If Quentin called the police, Marlon would lose hope and might do something even crazier.
Quentin gathered his things, changed his clothes, and led a team to search.
In the collapsed factory.
Grace was tied to a pillar, her hair disheveled, looking miserable.
Next to her, Beth was in an even worse state, abandoned on the ground without any dignity.
Marlon stomped on Beth's hand with all his might.
"Beth, you're not dead. You survived! I have to say, your fake death trick was really well played!"
"You fooled me so badly!"
"Do you think you can get revenge on me, you fool?"
With each word, Marlon stomped on Beth's hand.
His words were venomous and filthy.
"Marlon, you devil, just kill me!"
"In your dreams. I'm going to torture you bit by bit."
Half an hour later, Beth passed out from the torture.
Marlon's gaze shifted to Grace.
He strode over and yanked Grace's hair. "Did you hear what Quentin said? In his eyes, you're just a lover, a sex object. You think you're so high and mighty."
"If you had followed me back then, I would have treated you like a treasure."
"But no, you had to be cheap and degrade yourself. Grace, the more I think about it, the more upset I get."
Grace's scalp was numb from the pulling, her head throbbing with pain.
But she bit her lip, stubbornly keeping silent, not uttering a single groan of pain.
"Cry, Grace, why won't you cry?"
"I want you to cry."
"If you cry and beg me on your knees, I might consider letting you go."
He kicked Grace's ankle with his toe.
Instantly, Grace felt the pain.
After a whole hour of torture, Grace remained strong, not uttering a single plea for mercy.
In the end, Marlon was exhausted.
Grace pushed aside her disheveled hair, forcing a pale smile on her bloodless face.
Seeing her smile, Marlon became even more furious.
"What are you smiling at?"
Grace said nothing, her face kept stubbornly smiling.
The smile was contemptuous, disdainful, and mocking.
"Tell me, why are you smiling?"
"I said, tell me!"
Marlon, enraged, slapped her.
But Grace wasn't afraid, stubbornly raising her head.
She had a firm thought in her mind: even if she died, she wouldn't yield to Marlon.
In the end, Grace lost count of how many slaps she received, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
But even so, Grace's lips remained in a smile.
'Quentin, I believe in you. I know you won't abandon me. You will come to save me, right? I will wait. I will definitely wait for you to come.' Grace thought to herself.
In the night, she slowly closed her eyes.
Marlon was in a terrible mood. Originally, he captured Beth to vent his anger and Grace to get some money to escape.
But he didn't expect his plan to fail, with Quentin not caring about Grace at all.
After much thought, Marlon dialed the phone again.
Seeing Marlon's call, Quentin narrowed his eyes.
At the same time, Quentin had the car play soothing and pleasant music.
After a while, Quentin calmly answered the phone.
Marlon spoke first, "Ten million dollars. I'm not greedy. I just want this amount, and I can release Grace."
Quentin sneered, "Impossible. She's not worth that much to me."
"Then how much do you think she's worth?"
Marlon was now desperate.
He figured he might as well get some money, or he wouldn't have any chance.
He had no money left. If he didn't escape with some money, he wouldn't survive even if he escaped.
"She's worth nothing."
Quentin's cold lips spat out each word.
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