In My Desperate Time

Chapter 385: I Might Die at the Worst

This is an old Nokia phone. I've seen several at Andrew's house.

Andrew seems to be quite good at anti-detection, so he left his phone here to confuse us.

There is a fork in front of us and we are not sure which way he took, so it is impossible to look for him rashly.

Frances and I have no choice but to go back.

It has been two and a half hours since Andrew called last time, and he never calls back again.

What happened? Why doesn't he call?

Does Andrew change his mind and kill old Mr. Louis?

This terrible thought frightens me.

And I'm getting more anxious when there is no news.

Frances does not drive. He just sits in the driver's seat and looks ahead silently.

Finally, the phone ringing breaks the silence.

It's a strange number. It must be Andrew!

Frances quickly picks up the phone.

And it is indeed Andrew.

"Well, have you thought it over?"

I could tell Andrew's insatiable desire from his voice, and it irritates me.

"I want to hear my grandpa's voice and make sure that he is fine," Frances says in a deep voice.

Andrew pauses for a moment before saying, "Old man, say something."

There is no response.

"Damn it. I want you to speak!"

Then Frances hears a noise on the other end, as if something falls.

I guess that Andrew is beating old Mr. Louis.

Frances clenches his fists tightly. I feel that he is about to pull the steering wheel off.

Finally, we hear old Mr. Louis’ weak voice. "Frances." I'm relieved a bit, but I also feel bad for him at the same time.

"Grandpa, how are you?"

"I'm fine. I just feel that my liver and heart ache. Don't worry about me. I'm gonna die sooner or later. But a Louis cannot be threatened by others. I...."

Before old Mr. Louis finishes his words, Andrew takes away his phone. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"Now you hear him. Just bring me the money."

"As I said, I will only give you ten million." Frances insists.

I don't think Frances is mean. It's Andrew who asks too much. Ten million is an outrageous number, not to mention a hundred million. How could he dream that big?

If someone else wants tens of billions, should Frances give him that much too?

The Louis Group is a family business which has taken the efforts of several generations of the Louis. How could they allow others to take away their money so easily?

"Damn it, Frances, don't make me do it! If you don't give me 100 million, I'll kill this old man! I'm an outlaw and I have nothing left now. Do you think I'm afraid of anything? At the very worst, I might die. But I don't care! Just remember, if I don't get 100 million, you can come to collect the old man's body!"

Andrew shouts in a voice of anger. I know him well. He's going to explode.

Frances does not say anything, but he looks struggling. He might be thinking about it.

Andrew keeps saying.

"Why don't you put my bitch ex-wife on the phone?"

Frances turns to look at me, but he doesn't give me the phone.

I'm so worried about old Mr. Louis that I just snatch the phone over.

"What do you want to say?"

"Well, you sound well. It looks like you're living a good life. But I'm not that lucky. Do you know how much pain I've had because of you little bitch? You've married a wealthy man and lived a carefree life. But he won't give a hundred million even though he owns hundreds of billions of dollars. So you tell me how I feel now. You know that I can do anything. Tell Frances to think about it. I'll call back in 30 minutes. If you don't change your minds, well, I'm sorry that I'll send this old man to hell."

Andrew's words chill me to the bone.

I know he will do anything.

Frances, who has been silent, suddenly says.

"There's no need for another 30 minutes. I'll give you 100 million now and you give me the address."