Chapter 245

Jennifer listened to his calm, almost serene tone, but her heart was pounding with fear. He always talked about such horrifying things so casually.

She barely moved her lips.

"William, are you threatening me?" Jennifer's voice shook. She tried to keep it together, but the fear in her eyes was obvious.

William stayed indifferent. "Threatening? No, just stating a fact. We don't have a choice here. Either you help me find Harper, or you lose everything. It's up to you."

Tears welled up in Jennifer's eyes again.

But her answer didn't change. She shook her head, looking pitiful with her tear-streaked face.

"I don't know, I really don't. Even if you kill me, I wouldn't know because I've never done anything like that."

William sneered at her.

"Don't make me find out the truth."

Jennifer bit her lip hard.

Did he care about that child so much?

She had thought that selling the child to someone else might give her a chance at a peaceful life. But now, she suddenly didn't want that child to live.

If that child stayed in this world and was found one day, she would undoubtedly become a bond between William and Christina again.

This was something Jennifer absolutely did not want to see. Her face was already ruined; she had nothing left to lose. Now, she could only fight to the end.

William didn't stay long. After warning her, he left. Jennifer took a deep breath and used a secret phone to call the two traffickers.

It took a while for the trafficker to answer. She calmly asked, "Where's the kid now?"

"The kid's been taken out. We're getting ready to sell her. Don't worry, she'll be sold far away," the trafficker said with a happy laugh.

The trafficker had shown Harper to several people, all of whom said she was beautiful and could fetch a high price.

Initially, the trafficker planned to sell Harper to a family to be raised as a daughter. But seeing how valuable she was, he wanted to try a bigger, darker market.

Who knows where the kid would end up then!

Jennifer's face was cold. "I'll give you more money. Kill the kid."

"What?" The trafficker couldn't believe his ears. "Why the sudden change of heart? And killing? I don't dare kill anyone!"

Jennifer let out a cold laugh. "Stop pretending. You've trafficked so many kids. On the road, some must have been disobedient. With such long journeys, do you think I believe your hands are clean?"

The trafficker sighed. "But this kid is valuable. She can fetch a high price."

"Don't ruin my big plan for a small profit," Jennifer said coldly. "I'll give you a large sum, more than you'd make selling the kid."

Hearing this, the trafficker hesitated and then nodded. "Alright."

After hanging up, he turned to look at Harper, who was sleeping on the bed. She had been restless for a day and a night and had just fallen asleep.

He reached out to strangle her but found himself hesitating. She looked so pitiful.

Just then, the door opened, and another woman walked in.

"What are you doing? I heard you on the phone. Who were you talking to?"

The man immediately stood up.

"It was the employer checking in."

"We've already kidnapped the kid. If the employer calls, don't answer unless necessary. She can send the final payment directly," the woman said cautiously.

The man nodded. "I know, but the employer has a new request. She wants us to kill the kid and will pay extra."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I didn't ask, but I thought if we could make more money, why not? This kid seems smart. What if she remembers us later?" The man pulled out a knife from his waist.

"Let's kill her!"

The woman slapped him on the head.

"What are you thinking? How can we kill her? Do you know how valuable she is?"

The man winced in pain.

"But selling her takes time and effort. Killing her would be easier. We could bury the body and disappear for a while."

"Dane found someone willing to pay a million dollars for this kid. Can she offer that?" The woman rolled her eyes. "But I have a plan that can give us the best of both worlds."

The man leaned in eagerly. "What plan?"

"We'll tell the employer the kid is dead, then sell her. We'll get the money from both. After this, we can lay low for a few years, just as the police are closing in."

The woman squinted, looking ruthless.

The man gave a thumbs up. "Red, you always have a plan."

Red smirked. "You're still green. Learn from me. Go get some pig's blood."

She pulled out a knife as she spoke.

The man left and soon returned with a large basin of pig's blood.

Red used the back of the knife to smear blood on Harper, making it look like she was covered in wounds. It was a gruesome sight.

Harper, having taken some sedatives, didn't struggle. Finally, Red took a blunt knife, removed the blade, and placed the handle on Harper's chest.

After finishing, Red stood back, admiring her work. "Perfect. Now take pictures and send them to her for the money!"

The man nodded, took out his phone, and snapped a few photos.

"Looks real enough. I'll send them over, and we'll get the money!"

Red watched him work and urged, "Hurry up. We still need to take the kid to meet the buyer."

She left after saying this.

The man rubbed his hands, edited the photos, and sent them.

When Jennifer saw the photos, she finally felt relieved.

Good, if they all wanted to push her, they shouldn't blame her for being ruthless. Without this kid, let's see what Christina and the others would do.

She quickly used an anonymous phone to send the photos to Christina!

Christina woke up from a nightmare. The room was silent, the night deepening. A clock by the bed ticked away.

It was already past two in the morning.