The stout man couldn't help but glance at Sabrina. The person on the phone sounded quite young. She wasn't lying to him, was she?

The stout man said in a sinister tone, “Are you Corless, the chairman of Trang Clothing?"

“Who are you?" Tyrone demanded, his gaze narrowed. The question was a little strange, but based on the current situation, Tyrone had a niggling suspicion, so he didn't outrightly refute the question.

The stout man took Tyrone's question as an answer in the affirmative and snorted.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I have your daughter. If you don't want anything to happen to her, you must get five million in cash. Three days from now, I must see that money."

After a pause, Tyrone said, “How dare you demand an exorbitant price!"

“It depends on whether Miss Ramirez is worth it or not in your heart."

“Okay, I'll arrange the money, but I have to know my... I have to know my daughter is safe. Let me talk to her," Tyrone replied.

The stout man put the phone near Sabrina's ear.

After a short pause, Sabrina shouted, “Dad, it's me. You must save me!"

It was Sabrina's voice.

Tyrone breathed a sigh of relief and comforted her softly, “Don't worry. I will save you. Don't be afraid."

"Okay..."

Sabrina wanted to say something else, but the stout man put the phone back to his ear.

"Did you hear that? Prepare the cash quickly.

I will contact you in three days."

"You don't have to worry about that. But in three days, I want to see that my daughter is fine, otherwise..."

Tyrone's tone was harsh. The rest of the statement was left hanging, which in itself was a threat.

“Your daughter will be safe as long as you bring the money.”

A wide smile bloomed on the stout man's face and he became excited.