Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo
Chapter 542

"Do we still prepare the money then?" Dylan returned to the subject at hand. "Since we now know that Ron is the one who kidnapped Bethany, the police can just go over to arrest him now, right?" Hearing this, Kevan frowned lightly. "You actually got someone to ready the money?"

Dylan stared at him in astonishment. "Didn't you just agree to it?" He found it strange then-spending one billion to save Cody's daughter was definitely not something Kevan would do.

Kevan sighed soundlessly. "That was because Larissa was here." He did not want to leave her with an impression of him being heartless.

"I thought you would understand me." He looked at Dylan with great disappointment.

Dylan gritted his teeth and stopped himself from rolling his eyes at him. "I'll call them now and tell them to stop gathering the money."

Once everything was arranged, Dylan asked Kevan, "So, should Jack go arrest him now?"

"No." Kevan leaned back against the sofa relaxedly, his legs stacked nonchalantly on the edge of the coffee table. He was looking at his phone, finger tapping the screen incessantly while a faint, happy smile could be seen playing about his lips.

"Just keep things hanging like this first," he said.

Dylan peeked over curiously and saw that WhatsApp was open on Kevan's phone. "Aster?" He recognized Aster's profile picture at once. When he finally got a good look at what the two were chatting about, he nearly rolled his eyes again. "Are you two dumb or something?"

Aster did not know the language of Caldor. When they chatted with him, they either sent video messages or used simple Aldovian. But now, Kevan had invented a whole new method of chatting with him- stickers.

He and Aster kept sending each other cute stickers. Though there was no correlation between the stickers, they were having a great deal of fun.

While Dylan spoke, Kevan sent a cute kitty sticker.

"You don't get it." His eyes were filled with warmth and happiness. Even his speech had softened a lot.

Overwhelmed, Dylan felt momentarily discomfited.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't get anything." He looked away and skipped over the topic of Aster. "If you keep things hanging like this, aren't you afraid that Ron will really do something to Bethany?" "What should I be afraid of?" Kevan's smile had some hints of coldness to it. "Bethany's safety should be the concern of her biological father."

Dylan suddenly felt much better-this was the Kevan he knew.

Kevan did not prepare the money at all. Hence, he naturally did not follow the kidnapper's instructions to put the bank card in Central Park.

He started waiting at 3 pm, and the kidnapper called him at 3:30 pm.

"Where's the money?" he asked angrily.

Kevan put down the pen in his hand and said humbly, though his eyes were flinty, "My apologies. It's too rushed, I still haven't gotten enough money yet."

"You can't fucking get one billion in a day? What kind of richest man in town are you?" The kidnapper yelled, "You get one more day. Same time, same place tomorrow afternoon. If I can't see the money, your daughter is dead!" With that, he slammed the phone and ended the call again.