Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 653:

Fannie experienced a conflicting mix of irritation and appreciation. Was Bobby genuinely concerned about her safety? Did he still consider her a close friend? Despite these thoughts, she had made up her mind to keep her distance from Bobby and his circle.

“Thanks,” she said briefly.

As Fannie turned the corner, about to end the call, a figure emerged from the shadows and charged at her.

“Help! Someone help me!” she screamed.

On the other end, Bobby heard only her desperate cry.

“Fannie?” he called out repeatedly, but the line went dead. Panic surged through him as he hastily grabbed his coat and rushed out.

The call had dropped, and when he tried redialing, her number was unreachable.

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Bobby’s mind raced with possible explanations for her earlier distraction.

Had she just finished showering? No, she wouldn’t be home yet.

Perhaps Jett had been with her earlier, and now that he was gone, she was alone.

Uncertain of his thoughts, Bobby drove to Fannie’s apartment.

When he arrived, he noticed the sinister shadows cast by the dark bushes around the building.

There, he found Fannie’s bag—a foreboding sign. Just as Bobby was about to call the police, his phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number.

“Fannie’s with me. If you want her safe, bring two million in cash and come alone to the location I’ll provide.”

The voice on the other end was harsh, distorted by a digital rasp.

Despite the growing anxiety for Fannie’s well-being, Bobby kept his composure.

“Show me a picture of her.”

The line went dead abruptly, but within a minute, a chilling image appeared on his phone—Fannie bound to a chair, her mouth sealed shut with tape. Fear burned brightly in her eyes.noveldrama

Now, Bobby was certain she was in real danger.

The phone rang once more.

“Come alone. Call the police or tell someone, and she won’t survive,” the distorted voice threatened.

Bobby tested the waters.

“What if I inform her family? You could ask for a higher ransom.”

“Don’t play games! If you don’t care about her life, I’ll end it right now!”

“Wait,” Bobby interjected quickly.

“Where should I bring the two million?”

“HighSky Hotel. Prepare the cash, and I’ll give you further instructions in two hours.”

Bobby wanted to ask more, but the line went dead again. He had no choice but to make arrangements for the ransom.

Two hours later, Bobby sat in his car outside HighSky Hotel, watching the steady flow of people entering and exiting, with two million in cash beside him.

The phone rang once more.

“Head to the presidential suite now. That’s where Fannie is,” the caller instructed.

“And the ransom?” Bobby asked.

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