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Chapter 986 - 986 The beginning of destruction

Chapter 986: The beginning of destruction Chapter 986: The beginning of destruction Inside the Johnson Old Mansion.

Grand Lady Johnson sat on a chair, looking as if she had aged a great deal.

Alfred looked at Grand Lady Johnson with concern and said, “Old Lady, since these matters have already come to light, there’s no use thinking about them anymore. If Second Young Master said he won’t tell anyone, then he definitely won’t. You should set your mind at ease.”

Ever since Grand Lady Johnson returned from Arnold Johnson’s place that morning, she had been in a state of gray, vacant eyes and sluggish gaze.

“Yes, I should let it go, but there’s this anger in my heart that I just can’t calm down,” Grand Lady Johnson said with a hint of reluctance. “And Chloe, does she have any idea that Arnold Johnson already knows the child in her womb isn’t his? If it’s not Arnold’s, then whose child is it? Or is there even no child at all?”

Grand Lady Johnson had pondered over this question for quite some time now.

“If you really want to know that badly, just give Miss Chloe a call and ask her directly,” Alfred suggested.

Grand Lady Johnson replied, “I did call, but I don’t know what’s going on today, the cell phone can’t connect. When I called the villa, the staff said she had gone out and hadn’t come back yet.”

“Then let’s try calling again after a while.”

Grand Lady Johnson closed her eyes, but felt a persistent twitching in her right eye.

“Alfred, my right eye keeps twitching; it wouldn’t be because something has happened to Chloe, right?” Grand Lady Johnson suddenly became anxious, “Usually, it’s rare for Chloe’s phone to be unable to connect or for her not to answer when it does.”

“Something wrong? That shouldn’t be the case! Miss Chloe always has bodyguards around her,” Alfred replied hesitantly, though he couldn’t make a one hundred percent guarantee.

“Call her again for me!” Grand Lady Johnson commanded immediately.

Alfred took Grand Lady Johnson’s phone, dialed Chloe Johnson’s number, and got the same message: Sorry, the number you are calling is temporarily unavailable.

Hearing this, Alfred had no choice but to hang up the phone.

“Old Lady, still no connection,” Alfred said, now also feeling that something was amiss.

As soon as he finished speaking, Grand Lady Johnson’s phone rang.

It was from an unknown number.

After a moment’s pause, Grand Lady Johnson picked up the phone and answered directly, “Hello?”

“Do you want to save your daughter Chloe Johnson?”

The voice on the other end was unnaturally raspy, and at that moment, Victoria Garcia stood right beside this voice.

“Who are you? Where’s Chloe?” Grand Lady Johnson immediately stood up from her chair, and her whole body bristled with alarm.

Bruce Bartley responded on the other end of the phone, “Who I am is not important. What’s important is that your daughter is in my hands now. If you want to save her, do exactly as I say. Your daughter is waiting for you to save her, but you may only go alone.”

“Why should I believe you?” Grand Lady Johnson challenged loudly.

“Because right now you can’t reach Chloe Johnson on her phone, and also because I know that Chloe Johnson is your daughter. If you don’t want her to die, go alone. There should be a car parked outside your house now, a Metropolis License Plate with the tail number 69. Just get on that car, and they will take you to your precious daughter,” he threatened.

“From this moment, you only have ten minutes to get to the door, and you cannot hang up the phone or discuss this matter with anyone else, or else you will never see your daughter Chloe Johnson again,” Bruce Bartley said threateningly.