Inside the lounge, Amelia nearly collapsed, her face twisted in despair.
"One hundred million, right? I'll pay! I'll pay! Tell me where you are, I'll come right now!"
The kidnapper sneered. "You? I don't trust you. I only want Grandma Perry to personally deliver the ransom. Otherwise, her precious grandson can wait to die."
Amelia broke down, screaming, "That old witch doesn't care about Owen at all, she won't pay! I will, I'm willing to!"
The kidnapper scoffed. "Who are you fooling? Everyone knows how much Grandma Perry loved Anna. After Anna died, only her son remained. Since you all claim Owen is her son, then Owen is Grandma Perry's blood relative. For her daughter's child—just one hundred million—why wouldn't she pay?"
If Owen really was Anna's son, then of course the old woman would pay the ransom.
But… both the Perry Family and the Reid Family knew perfectly well that Owen had nothing to do with Anna!
