Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1137 Call From the Kidnapper

By the time Zorion woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. He was probably too tired and had fallen asleep as soon as he lay down on the couch.

When he opened his eyes, Zorion turned on his cell phone and saw that Rossie had indeed sent him a text message. However, it was a picture of her and Logan. There was a huge field behind her. It couldn't be identified, but he could roughly tell that it was in Waverly Village.

Zorion sat up and called Rossie. However, she did not answer and texted him instead.

"I did not see anyone, but I heard a woman's voice. She's in a house." With that, she did not say anything else. Zorion immediately stood up and brought his men over to search for field pasture in the picture.

As soon as Zorion arrived at Waverly Village, he realized that there were a lot of wooden houses and that they all seemed identical. It would take time for him to find the correct house. In the end, he had no choice but to call Rossie for help.

He made another call, but no one answered.

He even texted her but was met with no reply. Zorion stood at the intersection. His men exchanged glances. No one dared to say anything.

"Let's try to find it ourselves, but be careful not to alarm those around," Zorion ordered. At eleven at night, he received Rossie's reply.

"I fell asleep. I did hear a girl talking. I went to the place to try to find the girl earlier, but I heard that she had been taken away by someone named Jacky. I can't describe his features for you. I'll try to find a picture of him."

"Can we switch to a video call?" Zorion made his way back to the car and turned on the car headlights. However, Rossie refused to turn on her camera.

"I was sleeping. I'm still in bed."

"Turn on your camera."

Zorion had already switched to a video call, but Rossie refused to turn on her camera.

"I really am in bed."

"With whom?"

Rossie was rendered speechless. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense. Turn on the camera, and the truth will be revealed." Zorion gripped his phone and was somewhat impatient. He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt. The driver could barely look at Zorion.

The young master was seething, the chauffeur thought. Was he going to kill someone?

Rossie found it rather laughable. "You've gone too far. I'm in bed! How can I let you see me in bed?"

"Why not? Are you afraid? My men searched through the area, and they couldn't find the house you mentioned. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Are you doubting me?"

"What do you think?"

In the midst of the silence, Rossie finally turned on the camera. However, Zorion could not see anything as it was too dark from her side. He could only observe that the screen was wobbling. Zorion was still dissatisfied and he ordered, "Turn on the lights. I want to have a look."

"You..."

After a moment of silence, Rossie got out of bed, turned the lights on, and found a place to sit. When Zorion finally saw her face, he immediately calmed down. Then, he instructed, "Let's head home." The driver immediately started the car. Rossie, who was on the other end, stared at Zorion, who was enveloped in darkness. She did not ask for anything. She was so sleepy. "I'm going back to bed." "No, you can sleep right where you are."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not."

That was the first time Rossie had to deal with such a person. It was very frustrating having to deal with him to the point of having exhausted her brain cells. In the end, she could only follow Zorion's instructions. She lay down, left the lights on, placed her cell phone under the quilt, and closed her eyes.

When Zorion saw that she was about to fall asleep, he, too, suddenly felt a little tired. However, in the end...

A few minutes later, Rossie's phone ran out of battery. The video call abruptly ended.

Zorion held his phone and leaned back in his seat. Soon, he arrived back at the Atkinson family mansion. He got out of the car and saw a box placed at the entrance. It was rather inconspicuous, so no one took notice of it. It was only when Zorion lowered his head that he saw the box.

A servant went over and picked up the box. He opened, unwrapped it, and found a dress as well as a letter.

When Zorion saw the dress, he immediately recognized that it was Deanna's.

He then ripped the letter open and read the contents. It was a letter from Deanna.

"Zorion, these people are only willing to let me go for a huge sum of money. They said that if it weren't for them, then I would have been violated by that old man. These people were merciful to me by not violating me."

"However, these people are afraid of you. They're afraid that you'll kill them after giving them the money. That's why they refuse to tell you where I've been held hostage."

"You should give them the money. Also, they accused me of poisoning their dog and killing their chickens. They want compensation. They even refused to feed me. However, I've worked hard, and today, they gave me a meal and two pieces of fruit."

"Zorion, could you please give them the money? I want to go home."

It seemed like Deanna had been suffering, but when he read that she had not lost her virginity, he heaved a huge sigh of relief.

That night, Zorion spent the rest of the night watching the surveillance footage. However, he found it odd when he did not find the person he was looking for.

The next day, Zorion received a call from an unknown number. The person had used a voice modifier.

"Mr. Atkinson?" It sounded like a demon's voice over the phone. It was not very clear. Zorion sat on the bed and questioned, "How much do you want? Name your price. I will not blame you for anything as long as Deanna is safe. After all, you saved her. It doesn't matter if she suffers a little, and money is not a problem."

"Mr. Atkinson, you're quite easygoing. In fact, you're too nice. We dare not accept your kindness."

The person on the other end of the line had a bad attitude. Zorion vaguely knew who the person was.

"Are you Jacky Scott?" Zorion frowned. After a moment of silence, the other party responded, "Looks like you've done your research?"

"I heard a little about you. Your reputation precedes you, so I roughly know that it's you. If you have something to say, then say it. And, give me your account number. I'll immediately transfer the money to you. I, Zorion Atkinson, am a man of my word. I mean what I say. I'm easy to talk to as long as my sister is safe."

"There's nothing wrong with her. I must say, she does have a bit of a temper at the beginning, but she's much better now. However, she killed my chickens and poisoned my dog."

"It's fine if she killed the chickens, but I've had the dog for seven years!"

"I made her work for me for two days. I think it's a fair trade."

"I think so too. My sister has been pampered ever since she was a child. She does have a temper, but she's not a horrible person. If you send her back to me, then I'll keep to my word and transfer you the money."

"Haha... I don't trust you. The more you behave in such a manner, the wore I don't trust you. Let me think about it."

Then, Jacky hung up the phone. Zorion hurriedly called back.

It did not take long before he answered the phone. However, to his surprise, it was Deanna who answered the phone.

At that time, Zorion had absolutely no idea of Deanna's current state. She was wearing an ugly shirt while sitting on the floor, waiting for her meal.

As long as she was well-behaved, they would feed her.

Deanna initially wanted to fight back against her kidnappers, but when she saw Jacky's threatening gaze, she became worried. It was dark outside, and she was worried that if she did not compromise, then he would kick her out into the dark. She was afraid of the darkness, and it was cold outside. So, she had no choice but to answer the phone, as her life was at their mercy.

Just like the letter she had written the previous night, she had to say those things against her will as she had neither seen the dog nor the chickens. So, she was slandered and had to admit her mistake.

"Zorion..."

Deanna answered the call and cried into the phone. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was as if she was suffering.

Zorion clenched his fists and sat up straight.