Although the voice on the phone had a faint sense of familiarity, Shen Mingzhu couldn't remember where she had heard it for a moment.

"Excuse me, who is this?"

"hehe……"

The other party laughed strangely twice, "You really are a forgetful person. That's right, you have a successful family and career now, you are a winner in life, how could you think of me, an old friend?"

Hearing the word "old friend", Shen Mingzhu felt inexplicably uneasy, but she still couldn't remember who the woman on the other end of the phone was.

After all, Olya had disappeared from her life for seven years, and she never dreamed that the other party would blame her for the tragic past and hire someone to kidnap her daughter.

“Who the hell are you!?”

"Teacher Ou, is that you?"

The phone in the villa was connected to an extension. At the same time Shen Mingzhu answered the call, Pei Ziheng also heard the conversation through the extension at the kitchen door.

Unlike Shen Mingzhu, he recognized Ou Liya's voice instantly.

After all, I listened to Oliya’s lectures when I was a child.

"Teacher Ou, is my sister at your place?"

Although it was a question, his tone revealed the confidence of a young and mature man.

"Are you Pei Ziheng?"

Because of his voice change period, Pei Ziheng's voice quality is completely different from when he was a child, but his tone is the same as when he was a child, which makes Ou Liya hate it.

Such a small kid pretends to be more serious than adults every day.

"It's me, Mr. Ou, where is my sister?"

At this time, Shen Mingzhu finally remembered the person on the other end of the phone and said anxiously: "Oulia, what do you want? I am willing to pay any ransom. As long as my daughter is safe, I will not pursue anything."

"Why, do you think you are insignificant just because you have a few lousy bucks?"

Ouliya's ridicule made Shen Mingzhu realize that the other party was not doing it for money.

So it was aimed at her? Although she didn't understand what she had done to make Olya so jealous that she even kidnapped her daughter, she spoke faster than her brain:

"Come at me if you have anything to offer. I'll let you deal with me. Just let my daughter go."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to save my daughter."

Olivia on the other end of the phone smiled maliciously, "Go to your kitchen and find the fastest knife, take Pei Ziheng to the gate of London TV Station, and chop off Pei Ziheng's right hand in public."

Although she was mentally prepared to be harassed, Shen Mingzhu was still so angry when she heard the other party make such a vicious and cruel request that she wanted to reach over the telephone line and hack the other party to death.

She suppressed her anger and tried to negotiate with the other party, but Olivia did not give her a chance to speak: "Or, I will have someone chop off your daughter's right hand. Shen Mingzhu, you can choose whether you want a son or a daughter."

Before Shen Mingzhu could think, she heard Ou Liya on the other end of the phone say, "Come on, little bitch, talk to your mother."

"Mom, Mom! I'm in a big house..."

"Shut up!"

A fierce and unfamiliar male voice was heard, followed by a slap and the daughter's screams, and the other end of the microphone suddenly fell silent.

Shen Mingzhu's heart seemed to have stopped beating as if the pause button had been pressed.

"Guo Guo? Guo Guo? Guo Guo!!"

She screamed like crazy, despair and fear making her collapse.

Someone supported her and whispered something in her ear, but she lost consciousness as if her soul was wandering in the sky. She only felt that the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, and everything around her became blurry.

"Shen Mingzhu, who do you choose?"

After an unknown amount of time, Ouliya's proud voice was heard again from the other end of the phone.

Shen Mingzhu slowly regained consciousness and her vision became clearer. She saw her son standing in front of her holding an A4 paper with the word "procrastination" written on it.

She tried to take a deep breath, "Oliya, give me some time to think about it."

"You go out now and take the police car to the TV station. It's a fifteen-minute journey. You can take your time to think about it on the way there. There is a phone booth at the entrance of the TV station. I will call you on time."

The call was hung up amid Olya's loud laughter.

…

With the help of the police, Shen Mingzhu arrived at the London TV station within the specified time.

"Ding-ling-ling."

Shen Mingzhu had never felt the ringing of the phone was so harsh, like countless tiny needles piercing her nerves.

"Mom, answer the phone."

It was not until her son reminded her that Shen Mingzhu had to reach out and take the microphone.

"Shen Mingzhu, who do you choose?"

Olya on the other end of the phone was full of malice and showed undisguised excitement.

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"Olivia, before I tell you the answer, I want to ask you a question."

Olya snorted coldly: "Do you think you can save your daughter by delaying time? Dream on. But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll play with you for two more minutes, just ask."

"What did I do wrong to make you go to such great lengths to retaliate against me and hurt my two children?"

"Weren't you very proud when you laughed at me? Shen Mingzhu, you asked for this! I never wanted to hurt your daughter, but you."

"Then come at me! Why did you kidnap Guoguo?!"

Shen Mingzhu couldn't control herself and yelled.

Although along the way, the police and negotiation experts repeatedly reminded her to stay calm and to be accommodating.

But as a mother, how could she remain calm when she thought about her daughter falling into the hands of such a crazy and vicious woman and the possibility of inhuman torture and abuse at any time?

Shen Mingzhu's loss of control did not irritate Ou Liya, but made her in a good mood.

Because that's exactly what she wanted.

Pain, fear, anger, helplessness, everything she had endured, she wanted Shen Mingzhu to taste it too!

"Okay, Shen Mingzhu, my patience is running out. You choose a son or a daughter."

Shen Mingzhu held the microphone tightly, and her tone softened: "Oulia, please don't hurt Guoguo, she is only seven years old. As long as you are willing to let her go, I can agree to any other conditions you have."

"You want to kiss your own daughter? Sure. Cut off Pei Ziheng's right hand right now in front of everyone!"

Then he warned: "Don't try to play tricks, my people are watching you not far away."

Hearing this, Shen Mingzhu looked around subconsciously.

Because of the deployment of the London police, and the fact that it was happening in front of the TV station, the scene was enough to attract passers-by to stop and watch.

Looking around, there were so many people that it was impossible to tell who was who.

"Mother."

Pei Ziheng took out a kitchen knife from somewhere, and the sharp edge of the blade made Shen Mingzhu's pupils shrink.

"Hurry up! Do you still want your daughter?"

Shen Mingzhu blurted out: "Wait, give me some time, I'll think about it."

"Humph, Shen Mingzhu, this shouldn't be a difficult choice, right? Pei Ziheng is just a stepson. Are you going to give up your own daughter for your stepson?"

Shen Mingzhu gritted her teeth and said nothing.

"Mom, go ahead and do it. I'm fine. Saving Guoguo is more important."

"Haha, your stepson is quite self-aware. Shen Mingzhu, hurry up and chop Pei Ziheng's right hand with a knife, and I will let your daughter go! Hurry!"

Olya's laughter was ferocious, like a demon crawling out of hell. (End of this chapter)