Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife

Chapter 209

Chapter 209 Heart-pounding Rescue (1)

Nancy’s heart raced with hope and thought, It’s really Nicholas. He came. He came to save me. At that moment, fear and the reality of her abduction faded into the background. His presence provided an immediate sense of security. “Nicholas…” she uttered, her voice trembling with emotion.

He looked at her with deep tenderness and reassured her, “Don’t be afraid, Nancy. I’m here with you.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded. “Okay, I’m not scared. I’m not scared as long as you’re here.”

Puck, growing impatient, interrupted with a menacing tone, “Alright, enough with the romantic drama! You can kiss all you want once I get my money, or you’re both going to die!”

Nicholas went ahead and tossed the suitcase to Puck. “Here’s 150 grand. Get someone to check it.”

Puck flew into a rage. He whipped out a gun and cocked it against Nicholas’ head. His tone turned malicious as he sneered, “Are you playing with me, Mr. Sallow? Or have you lost your memory? I asked for 7.5 million.”

“Nicholas…” Nancy’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of Nicholas with a gun pointed at his head. Her worry surged uncontrollably.

However, he remained oddly composed. “Calm down, Nancy. I’ll be fine,” he assured her with a confident smile..

His attempt at reassurance did little to ease her fears. The threat of a gun loomed heavily. If Puck were to lose his temper and misfire, the consequences would be catastrophic. Her anxiety was entirely warranted.

Despite the dire circumstances, Nicholas remained seemingly unaffected, standing tall, his demeanor unwavering in the face of the gun.

This apparent lack of fear infuriated Puck, prompting a sneer. “I see you don’t fear death, Mr. Sallow.”

Nicholas smiled and looked at Puck. “If I’m right, you’ve never seen so much cash before.”

“And what of it?” Puck retorted.

Nicholas maintained a wry smile as he spoke, “You have no idea how heavy 7.5 million in cash can be. A thousand 100-dollar bills weigh about 2.2 pounds. Multiply that by seventy-five, and you’re looking at approximately 165 pounds. It’s quite a burden. Do you think I could climb a mountain carrying that kind of cash?” With a deliberate motion, he gently guided Puck’s gun downward.

Puck played along and tucked his gun away. His henchman came with the suitcase. “It’s 150 grand, Mr. Wolfe?”

“Real cash?”

“Yes.”

Puck looked at Nicholas. “Where’s the rest of the money?”

“At the base of the mountain. Send your men to retrieve it.”

“Fine. You wait here.” Puck sent a group of men down. Ten minutes later, he received a reply.

“Mr. Wolfe, there’s 4.5 million here.”

“Where’s the rest of the money?” Puck looked at Nicholas.

Nicholas approached Nancy. He said, “Give me back my wife, and I’ll tell you the location of the remaining money.”

“No,” Puck refused.

Nicholas’ demeanor underwent a dramatic shift, turning cold and unwavering. With an icy glare, he issued a stern warning to Puck. “Choose wisely. You have my wife. I won’t lie to you. And even if I am lying, you’ve already gotten most of the money. That’s enough. If it really is a lie, you can always come back to catch us. There are two of us. We can’t run far. But…” His tone shifted to a sterner warning. “If any harm comes to my wife, you won’t see a penny of my money.”

Puck’s irritation flared. He had been the one delivering threats, not on the receiving end. The sudden reversal of roles unnerved him, prompting him to draw his gun and press it against Nancy’s head. This, he believed, was the smartest course of action.

Nicholas quickly said, “Put your gun down, Puck, or you’re not getting any money!”

Puck sneered. “Do you want your wife alive, Mr. Sallow?”

“I’m telling you again. If anything happens to her, none of you are getting away. I’ll make sure I kill all of you. The dead can’t spend any money.”

“You’re trying to threaten me, Mr. Sallow?” Puck might look nonchalant, but he was getting scared.

“I am not. Let my wife go, and you get all the money, or all of you are going to die here. Choose.”

Everyone on the mountain heard that, and Nicholas’ eyes scanned everyone sharply.

Before Puck could say anything, his lackeys said, “That’s enough, Mr. Wolfe. We don’t want to die.”

“Yeah, Mr. Wolfe. We still want to have fun.”

Puck pouted and moved his gun from Nancy’s head to Nicholas’. “How will you give me the rest of the money?”

“I’ll take my wife and leave. For every minute, you get 150 grand. You’ll get all the money once we’re 20 minutes away from this place.”

“Fine, I’ll give you a chance.” Puck put his gun down and looked at the men holding Nancy. “Untie her and let her go.”

The moment she was untied, she sprinted toward Nicholas. He rushed toward her as well. The winds howled, but they hugged each other tightly as if they had just escaped a life-threatening crisis.

“Nancy…” He hugged her tightly, almost as if he wanted to merge her into his body. “Are you hurt? Did

they hurt you?” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Nancy could see the fear in his trembling form, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his heart pounded in his chest. She recognized his fear, but he was making a conscious effort to remain calm, knowing that only then could he engage in any negotiations. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

In the midst of her fear and terror, she clung to him, her arms encircling his waist. Tears streamed down her face, rendering her speechless. The shock of her near-death experience had left her shaken and terrified, the thought of never seeing him again haunting her every moment. When she embraced him, inhaling his scent and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, she finally felt a sense of safety and comfort.

The howling winds whipped around them, causing Nancy’s hair and clothes to billow and dance in the

air.

“Are you cold?” Nicholas leaned lower, asking gently.

She nodded. In response, he gallantly removed his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. The jacket was long and thick, providing ample warmth. It extended all the way down to her ankles, enveloping her in his lingering warmth, and she instantly felt the chill dissipate as she embraced the comforting embrace of his jacket.

“Better?”

“Yes.”

“Hold me. We’re going home.”