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Chapter 893
"If you want me to release your precious granddaughter, sign this contract quickly!"
Eugene sat on the couch with his legs crossed and slid a contract in front of Sylvie. Meanwhile, two
burly bodyguards were standing beside him, their eyes gleaming maliciously.
Sylvie was warned not to bring anyone, so it was just her own, standing opposite Eugene.
Even so, facing the condescending Eugene and his bodyguards, she showed no fear.
She gave the contract a once-over and realized it was to transfer all her assets under Eugene's name.
Sylvie was heartbroken and made her last persuasion. "Eugene, stop being depraved by wealth. As
long as you're willing to let Cat go back now, I can forgive you for everything you've done in the past.
You'll always be my son, the Second Master of our family..."
"Haha! The Second Master?" Eugene seemed amused as he burst into laughter. "You never allowed me
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtto be in charge of anything in the company, and I was laughed at by my elder brother! What kind of
Master am I?
"Ten seconds. If you refuse to sign, I'll have your granddaughter killed!"
He smirked wickedly as his facial features scrunched together distortedly.
Freezing sea breeze constantly blew onto the deck, tensing the atmosphere. Due to her age, Sylvie began shivering.
She gritted her teeth. "Alright. If you want me to sign, then I have to ensure Cat's safety first. Let her speak to me.
I'll consider signing it."
"For the sake of your obedience that you didn't bring anyone along, I'll allow that..." Eugene sneered proudly.
The kidnappers he hired were all dangerous people who were once criminals, and they must have lost control when
they saw the woman.
Eugene was confident that when Sylvie heard her granddaughter's cry, begging for mercy, she would sign the
contract immediately.
He then called one of the men tasked in kidnapping Catelyn. However...
Beep! Beep! Beep!
No one answered.
Eugene frowned. At first, he thought the signal at sea was unstable. He thus changed a spot and dialed again, still,
no one answered.
Sylvie grew nervous. "Didn't you say that you have Cat with you? Why is no one answering the phone? What have
you done to her? Will she be fine? She is Summer's daughter, your niece! How could you-"
"Shut up!" Eugene was also a little panicked and immediately asked for the bodyguard's phone to try calling the
kidnappers again.
Alas, the results remained the same.
'What the f*ck is going on?'
He only gave the kidnappers a deposit, and there was still a final payment that he had promised them
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmafter all things were settled. Hence, it was least likely that they would ditch him and take Catelyn
away.
"Is it part of your plan?!" Eugene suddenly turned his eyes to Sylvie and asked cautiously, 'You
purposely boarded the boat alone to distract me and take the opportunity to find someone to rescue
Catelyn, didn't you? You bloody old hag! I underestimated you! I don't care, you'll sign this contract no
matter what!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sylvie's heart sank. "Cat isn't with you anymore?!"
"Make her sign the contract!" Eugene thought Sylvie was acting dumb, so he decided to force her.
There was no one else on the cruise, so it should not take long.
He gestured to his bodyguards.
The bodyguard immediately stepped forward from both sides of Sylvie, forcibly stuffed the signature
pen into Sylvie's hand, and held her hand to sign on the signature slot for her.
Their actions were arrogant and ferocious, completely ignoring that she was already an old lady in her
seventies.
They had only one job: to make Sylvie sign the contract.
Sylvie's right wrist ached in pain as she snarled, "Get off! Don't touch me! I'll do it myself!"