Chapter 763 We Can Only Take a Gamble
Not even two minutes had passed when Debra's phone chimed with a new message.
She took it out, looked at it, and immediately exclaimed with joy, "It's in! It's in! Two hundred million dollars, it's real! Isabella, look!"
Debra showed the phone screen to Isabella. "We're rich! We'll never have to bow to anyone again in our lives!"
She had never seen so much money in her life!
Isabella looked at Debra with disdain.
Money was indeed important.
But many things couldn't be bought with money!
One couldn't buy status and respect!
Isabella had mingled in the LA socialite circles for so long and had good relationships with those heiresses. They all looked down on the daughters of nouveau riche.
In the socialite circles, what mattered was status and family, not the amount of money!
"So I'm worth two hundred million dollars," Sam muttered, "Kelvin, couldn't you have offered a bit more?"
Isabella was stunned. "What did you say?"
"Didn't you hear me?" Sam repeated, "My worth is just two hundred million dollars?"
"You're still worried about that? Shouldn't you be worried about whether you'll survive and see the sun tomorrow?"
Sam didn't say anything, just glanced at Kelvin.
He had a natural trust in Kelvin.
He knew Kelvin wouldn't let anything happen to him.
Even though he was injured now, with three cuts on his neck, these were minor wounds that could be treated.
Kelvin was already figuring out a way to rescue him.
Sam deliberately brought up the two hundred million dollars to divert his and Isabella's attention.
The wound hurt too much; he wanted to talk to distract himself from the pain!
"Kelvin," Sam called out, "Did you hear me? Do I have to say it three times?"
"I heard you," Kelvin replied, "So how much do you think you're worth?"
"Two billion dollars!"
"Two billion dollars?"
Sam nodded. "Yes. I'm precious, your only son, and I'll have to take over the company in the future. It's a lot of work. A two billion dollar price tag isn't too much, right?"
Kelvin looked at him. "You're priceless."
"You say that, but you only transferred her two hundred million dollars?"
Debra was dumbfounded.
She had only ever heard of people complaining that the ransom was too high, never that it was too low.
The thoughts of the rich were really beyond her understanding!
"It's already transferred," Kelvin said, "They only asked for two hundred million dollars. Should I have given more? Debra."
"Mr. Davis!"
"The helicopter will land on the rooftop in twenty minutes. Do you want to leave with Isabella?"
Debra answered without hesitation, "Yes!"
"Idiot!" Isabella cursed, "It's not that easy!"
"It's easy with a hostage," Debra said, "Isabella, let's go. Take the money, stay alive, and we'll run far away! If we die, we have nothing. While we have Sam, we need to seize the opportunity!"
She quickly stepped forward and stood beside Isabella.
Isabella was very wary of her. "What are you doing here?"
"The whole world might harm you, but I won't!" Debra said, "I'm here to help! Come on, can you stand up? Let's go to the rooftop!"
She looked sincere.
"Get lost!" Isabella cursed directly, "You only make things worse! I don't want to leave, I don't want to live, I want to die with Sam. I want Penelope to lose her son forever and suffer for a lifetime! That's more important to me than two hundred million dollars!"
Debra wanted to say something, but Isabella grabbed Sam's shoulder and stood up.
Sam had lost a lot of blood, his vision was already blurry, and he was very weak.
He let Isabella hold him, completely losing the ability to resist.
"It hurts." At this moment, Sam finally started to cry out, "It hurts so much."
No matter how much he tried to distract himself, the pain from the wound was still there.
He was just a kid. It was already very difficult for him to hold on until now!
"Penelope, my wound hurts so much, it burns, am I going to..." Sam mumbled, "die?"
His head tilted, falling onto Isabella's arm.
Isabella, finding him heavy, pushed him away. "Don't be so lifeless!"
Sam's head tilted to the other side, pulling on the wound, causing more blood to flow instantly.
"Isabella!" Penelope screamed, "Don't move him!"
"Why so nervous? It's okay, he feels pain now, but soon he won't feel anything because," Isabella smiled, "the dead don't feel pain!"
"What are you trying to do?"
"I already told you, don't you remember? Forgot so quickly?" As she spoke, Isabella moved step by step towards the window.
Debra asked, "Isabella, are you really going to die with Sam?"
"Of course I am!"
"Don't do anything stupid! Isabella, you're my only daughter. If you're gone, what am I living for?"
All along, Isabella had been Debra's entire motivation.
She was willing to stay by Brent's side without a name or status, waiting for Isabella to grow up and recognize her as her mother, hoping for a better future.
Debra stood frozen. "No, Isabella, death is the least worthwhile thing."
Penelope's heart was about to shatter completely.
"Kelvin, what do we do, think of something." She weakly tugged at his sleeve, her tears already dried up, "This is over thirty floors up, if they jump, they'll be smashed to pieces!"
Kelvin held her shoulder. "Going to the window is the only chance for a rescue."
"What do you mean?" Penelope looked up at his jaw, "Isabella is going to jump with Sam!"
"I know. There are snipers already in position across the way. When they have a clear shot, they'll take it. We also have people ready to rescue at the windows above and below. There's a safety cushion on the ground."
But every word sounded terrifying to Penelope.
Snipers taking a shot?
If Isabella got hit, what about Sam? There was a high building behind them!
Could the people at the windows above and below catch Sam in time and successfully rescue him?
Even if there was a safety cushion on the ground, falling from such a height, he might not die, but he'd be severely injured!
"It's very dangerous," Penelope said, "Is there a better way?"
"We can only take a gamble."
"No, I don't want to gamble!" Penelope's nails were almost digging into her flesh, "I want Sam to be safe."
Kelvin replied, "There's an eighty percent success rate, Penelope."
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