"Vanessa Chance?" After entering the interrogation room, Vanessa plopped down in a chair and dialed Willow's number as instructed by the police.
Willow was a little surprised to receive this call. "Why are you calling me all of a sudden?"
Willow knew that rich socialites like Vanessa hated mingling with lowly people like her.
"Yes, it's me." Vanessa paused when she sensed the shock in Willow's voice and replied, "Do you still remember that you got in touch with me two years ago and said you'd be able to help me get my money back?"
Willow was silent for a moment, then chuckled. "Yes, I do, but didn't you tell me you didn't need my help?"
"Yes, but I do now," Vanessa said, glancing at the policeman next to her.
The policeman gestured for her to continue the conversation and stall Willow as much as she could.
Luna and John were sitting to a side, growing more and more excited as they watched the police begin to trace the location of the call.
Even though they had received a paper that stated Anne would be unscathed as long as they attended the wedding that night, this did not guarantee that the kidnapper would do exactly as she had promised.
One could not be sure whether the kidnapper would harm Anne, nor could they be certain that she would indeed let Anne go as she promised.
They would have to abide by the kidnapper's orders, but at the same time, they could not give up on trying to save Anne. This was the only solution to the problem at hand.
"But I don't have much time to help you now." Willow curled her lips into a smirk as she lay against the sofa lazily. "I'll be honest with you: I received a huge business opportunity from my brother's company, and if I succeed in carrying this job out, my brother and I will be rich for the rest of our lives. Tell me how much you're going to offer me. If the money doesn't attract me, I won't help you."
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