As Felicia finished her threat, the terrifying reality finally set in. Leonie hadn't saved Dorian; she had only dragged herself down with him.
"Don't call my parents! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!"
Leonie was finally terrified, but it was too late. Felicia tossed a burner phone onto the ground at her feet.
"Call them. Now. And if you refuse, I have my ways of tracking them down anyway. Dorian is still breathing. If you want to keep it that way, you better pick up the phone."
Leonie was backed into a corner. She had no choice but to follow orders. Mr. and Mrs. Everhart hadn't seen their daughter in over a week, but since she often went on spontaneous trips, they hadn't thought much of it.
With Hawthorne out of town, Layne was left in charge of the Everhart Group. He was completely swamped with corporate affairs and had no time to keep tabs on his sister. When Leonie's call came through to Mrs. Everhart, her mother was just complaining about her absence, wondering if she was ever going to come home.
The moment the call connected, before Leonie could say a word, Felicia snatched the phone back.
"Mrs. Everhart? I have your daughter. I'll send you an address. Don't call the cops. Bring $100 million in cash to buy her back, or I'll be sending you her corpse.
"Oh, I almost forgot. We have her little boyfriend too. If you're feeling generous and want to buy his life as well, that'll be $150 million."
Hearing her daughter's muffled cries in the background, Mrs. Everhart instantly realized it was a kidnapping.
She nearly fainted on the spot.
"Don't hurt her! Whatever you want, we'll pay it! Please, just don't hurt her!"
Felicia chuckled at how quickly the older woman caved.
"I appreciate a woman who understands how the world works. Don't worry, we're in the business of money, not murder. Once we get the cash, she goes free.
"But remember: if the police get involved, I can't guarantee we'll send her back in one piece."
Felicia hung up and immediately stomped on the phone, crushing it to pieces before ordering a guard to dispose of the wreckage outside.
She knew Leonie's phone would be tracked. If the cops used cell towers, they would trace the signal straight to their hideout.
Even though Mrs. Everhart had promised not to involve the authorities, Felicia wasn't taking any chances.
Mrs. Everhart broke out in a cold sweat. Mr. Everhart walked down the stairs to find his wife trembling violently on the sofa, looking completely horrified.


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