Did I Get Exposed?
“Little ancestor, you finally answered the phone!” Mr. Griffin's hearty voice mixed with excitement and a slight tremor.
Cynthia's brows raised slightly.
“Go on, how much money are you looking for this time?” Given her understanding of Mr. Griffin, he wouldn't initiate contact unless he was in dire need of money.
Mr. Griffin was a man who was impeccable in many ways, except for his weakness for rare items at auctions.
So, when she received a call from Mr. Griffin, she was about eighty percent sure that he was asking for money.
Seeming to recognize her voice, a stranger's insolent inquiry came through the receiver.
Just as the voice fell, Mr. Griffin's voice on the other end erupted, “Help! They're kidnapping... Mmm!”
“If you old fool doesn't behave, I'll cut off your tongue!” a man's enraged voice scolded, followed by a muffled groan.
Mr. Griffin was kidnapped?!
A flash of coldness crossed Cynthia's eyes, and a layer of chill covered her lovely face.