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Still Wanna Escape After Stealing My Heart? novel Chapter 204

In the face of the majestic man, Aino who had been fearless, fretted for the first time. She had seen this man before on her mother's computer, and her mother would always sob in silence late at night when she was all alone looking at this man's photo. To a five year-old child, Aino could only interpret her mother's tears as a result of fear towards the man, and it was only natural for a child to fear what their mother feared. Frightened, Aino dared not to answer and backed up a few steps.

Leo, who was behind Sebastian, was increasingly impatient and screamed, "Uncle Ford, kill her! Kill Aino Scott!"

Just as both Zayn and Sabrina were stunned like deer i n the headlights, Aino seemed to have finally gathered up the courage to speak.

"Can you let go of my mommy?" She asked, i

"What?" Sebastian scowled in confusion.

"My mommy is scared of you, she always cries whenever she sees you. If you let go of mommy and uncle, I will let you kill me," Aino met Sebastian's eyes nervously. 3

The five year-old girl had the exact replica of Sebastian's black eyes and if anyone at the Ford Group branches saw this little girl walk in, many

would immediately assume Sebastian to be her father.

Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan failed to realize the resemblances simply because they were caught within their anger, their minds were filled with plots a s to how they could get the money they wanted from Sabrina, but Kingston had caught on to the details. 1

He wanted to tease his master by asking, "master, are you here to pay for the kid's expenses?" but was interrupted by Sabrina's tortured wail.

"No! No...Sebastian, please don't! I'm begging you, Sebastian, the child is innocent, she is just a five year-old who doesn't know any better. Zayn, too. Would you just let them go? Just let them leave and live their lives in peace, they will keep out of your sight for the rest of their lives, I promise. If you could just spare the two of them, I can hand over my own life in exchange! I promise!" Sabrina lunged at the two, shoving Sebastian aside before securing her daughter in her arms as she stared warily at Sebastian. She knew, better than anyone, just how cold-blooded this man was. She once helped take care of his dying mother for over two months, her contribution and sincerity was unquestionable. And in exchange, she had only asked for a remuneration of ten thousand, no more than what she needed to live. The only wrongdoing she had committed was perhaps destroying a wedding he hadn't wanted to begin with, and yet, he retaliated by sending a truck her way to have her killed. How could a human even have the heart to do such a thing? Sabrina knew that Sebastian was not a patient man and now that he had found her, her demise was destined. 1

A faint smile appeared on Sebastian's lips. Small as the movement was, it was sufficient to bring chills down Mr. And Mrs. Sullivan's spines.

"Ms. Scott, we live in a civilized society, nobody here has the right to take your life from you and that includes me, of course. I am only here today to seek justice for my friend so let's get to it, how long do you need to prepare ten million? Three days? Or perhaps a week?" He said calmly.

"..." Kingston watched wordlessly as he thought to himself, "master, what on earth are you doing playing the justice card at your family? Did you forget just how worried you had been for the past six years when you looked everywhere for them?"

Of course, Kingston kept his thought to himself as he knew he had no right to interfere or meddle with the affair. Regardless of what he thought, he must remain on the same line as his master and where Sebastian remained cold, he could only conform to the same. 2

"Asking ten million from me is just as good as asking for my life. I don't have it," Sabrina looked at Sebastian helplessly, "like I said, my daughter and Zayn have nothing to do with this, please let them go. You can kill me, just me!"

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