"Yeah, I heard that Mrs. Dawson is always surrounded by a dozen bodyguards whenever she goes out. How could she have been kidnapped?"
"This might be a prank! Someone is deliberately causing trouble to gain attention, right?"
Seeing these comments from people who didn't know the truth, Alan was furious and screamed in frustration.
He held up his phone with one hand and yanked my wife’s hair with the other, dragging her up harshly.
Immediately, the video was filled with heartbreaking screams for help.
"Ah! It hurts!"
The next second, Ivy's pale face appeared on the live stream.
"Honey, can you hear me?"
"Please don't listen to him. Even if I die here today, you must never give up the shares."
Her voice was hoarse and there were still tears in her eyes.
The viewers in the live stream were deeply moved by this scene and some even called the police out of concern.
Seeing her daughter's tragic appearance on the screen, my mother-in-law almost fainted from the shock.
"Eric, did you hear that? My daughter is still thinking about you!"
"Is your heart made of iron? Ivy has said all this and you're still unmoved?"
I raised an eyebrow playfully, a faint smile hanging on my lips.
"Mom, you heard it too. Your daughter doesn't need me to save her. If she wants to die so badly, then let her die."
After a few more screams, the live stream finally returned to normal. Alan's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the screen. "Eric, I know you're watching the live stream. Get the hell out here! I'll give you an hour to decide. You choose the company or your wife?"
As he said this, he suddenly cracked a grin. "For every ten minutes you take to think, I'll chop off one of your wife's fingers. Until all ten of her fingers are gone."
I sighed lightly, staring at the phone screen, then turned my gaze toward my father-in-law and mother-in-law. "You both heard that, right? It's not that I don't want to save her, but the kidnapper's demands are just too excessive. My company is worth over seventy billion dollars, how could I just give it away like that?"
At that point, I suddenly shifted my tone.
"I don't think you two need to worry too much. Maybe the police are already on their way to rescue her."
Although the live stream's IP address showed it was overseas, there might still be a slim chance.
At least that's what I was thinking in my heart.
As soon as I finished speaking, my father-in-law slammed the table in anger. "Eric! You're nothing but scum! How could I have agreed to let Ivy marry you in the first place!"
I was about to retort when a large group of police officers stormed into my villa.
Leading them was Jack, who had been frowning since entering.
"Mr. Dawson, our police force is currently unable to confirm the location of the kidnappers. To avoid any further harm to your wife, I personally suggest that you agree to the kidnappers' demands for now."
Jack paused, casting a meaningful glance at me, then continued, "Since the kidnappers are broadcasting the situation live, the higher-ups don't want any bloody scenes appearing on the stream."
Before I could say a word, my father-in-law immediately stepped forward in agreement. “Did you hear that? Even the police are advising you to hand over the shares. What are you still hesitating for?”
I cleared my throat and slowly lifted my head. “I'm really sorry, everyone, but there's absolutely no way I'm giving up the shares. As for my wife's life or death… all I can say is let fate decide.”
