The Three Little Guardian Angels
Chapter 61

Chapter 61

"Mister, can you tie me a bow?" Daisie started crying again as teardrops began to roll down her cheeks.

"Stop crying!" the man roared so loudly that his voice became hoarse.

Daisie, who was startled by the man, pursed her lips as she wept silently and stared at him without uttering another word.

The man tied her a bow, stood up, and walked behind the man with a brush-cut. "Do you think that Ms. Vanderbilt has lost her mind? She's actually going to pay the both of us $ 80,000 each just to kidnap these two..."

"Why, is that too much for you?" The man with a brush-cut took out a cigarette and lit it while interrupting him, "You can get the f*ck out of here if you don't want to proceed with this. I can f*cking deal with these two puny b*stards by myself!"

"Of course I'm in. How can I say no to this job? I'm just saying that this is way too easy for the money that we're about to get." The man grinned from ear to ear.

'Two children are worth $160,000. Won't we get paid $320,000 if we were to abduct four of them?

Waylon heard what they were discussing and raised his eyelids. "Hey, is the Ms. Vanderbilt

that you were talking about Willow Vanderbilt?"

The two men turned their heads and stared at him.

The man with a brush-cut did not say a word, and the man standing behind him swallowed his saliva out of fear. "Bro, what should we do? This kid seems to know..."

The man with a brush-cut glared at him, stepped forward fiercely, and glared at Waylon condescendingly. "What do you know?"

"Hehe, we're child celebrities, and we've appeared in fashion magazines with an award winning actor, and she's only paying you $160,000 for the both of us. Isn't that a huge loss from your perspective?"

After hearing this, the man stepped forward and said to the man with a brush-cut, "He has a point, bro. It seems that we've lost a lot of money this time around!"

The face muscles on the man with a brush-cut twitched as he smacked the man's forehead. "F*ck off, you d*ckhead!"

Waylon raised his head and looked directly at the man with a brush-cut. "$160,000 is definitely a loss for you. We're at least worth $800,000.”

The man with a brush-cut looked at him suspiciously. "Rascal, are you trying to fool me?"

"Each of us is worth $800,000, so kidnapping the both of us should earn you $1,600,000. It's up to you to figure it out if we're worth it." Waylon shrugged. The man who had just gotten slapped covered his forehead and walked over with a grin as he said, "Bro, that's a great deal!"

The man with a brush-cut leaned over and glared at him. "Believe it or not? Another word from you, and I'll kill you first!"

"The car you drove has a GPS, and I reckon that someone will be able to locate it soon. Even if you were to kill us, where can you go with only $160,000?" The expression of the man with a brush-cut changed slightly.

They did not know if there was a GPS on the car, but it was always wise to play it on the safer side.

The man panicked and said hurriedly, "Bro, if that's the case, then we're truly at a loss. We have to ask for more compensation!"

The man with a brush-cut straightened his posture, bit the bullet, and gave the order, "Call her and ask for a raise."

The man walked to the side and made a call. He then turned around after a short conversation that no one could hear the content and exclaimed, "That b*tch is rejecting our demand!"

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"She's Mr. Goldmann's girlfriend. Asking her to pay us $1,600,000 is a waste of time. It's better for you to ask Mr. Goldmann for the money directly." The rope that was tying Waylon's hand was already halfway from being cut. He had grabbed a sharp object from his pocket earlier when they were still in the car and held it in his hand.

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The man with a brush-cut took a glance at the man.

The man responded helplessly, "I... I don't have Mr. Goldmann's phone number."

"I know his number. I'll give it to you. It's +1650265.."

The man pressed the number and dialed out. The call actually went through after a while. Daisie burst into tears all of a sudden. "Boohoohoo, I want to go home, I want Mommy!" The man was affected by her crying and yelled at her after forgetting that the call had been connected, "Shut up, you crybaby!"

Nolan's face turned gloomy in an instant when he heard the commotion on the phone call, so he got up and asked, "What do you want?"