Trading My Ex for His Uncle

If Nyla died, not only would Lucia refuse to pay him, but she might also turn on him and accuse him of murder.

Kenneth had no power or influence, and with Mabel in jail, there was no way he could fight against Lucia. Keeping Nyla alive was more advantageous for him now.

"Are you crazy? Clark Sumner might already know we've kidnapped her. The longer we wait, the worse it gets for us!" Lucia yelled.

"As soon as I see the money, you can kill her. I won't care," he replied.

Lucia was furious. "It's the middle of the night. How can I transfer money now? We'll have to wait until the bank opens in the morning!"

Kenneth was just as useless as his daughter, Mabel, always messing things up. Even if she could transfer the money, she would have to use an overseas account to avoid detection.

"I don't care. I just want the money," he insisted.

As they argued, a distant light grew closer.

Lucia was appalled and ordered, "Hurry! Take her to the rooftop!"

Realizing the urgency, Kenneth stopped arguing and quickly dragged Nyla upstairs.

Soon, they reached the top floor.

Despite being the "rooftop", the abandoned hotel only had five stories. From their vantage point, they could see a convoy of cars speeding toward them.

Their kidnapping attempt had been exposed!

Lucia thought that she wouldn't lose as long as she had Nyla, even ifProperty of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

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Clark arrived so quickly.

"Give her to me!" Lucia demanded, but Kenneth didn't move.

"Lucia, you ordered me to kidnap her. Transfer the promised 700,000 dollars to my account now, or I won't hand her over!" he demanded.

Lucia glanced at the edge of the rooftop, just a few steps behind Kenneth. She tightened her grip on the knife, her gaze cold. Since Kenneth wouldn't cooperate, there was no use keeping him around. Taking a deep breath, she said slowly, "Fine. I'll transfer the money now."

She pulled out her phone and pretended to make the transaction. After a few seconds, she looked at Kenneth. "It's done. Check your account."

Hearing the notification, Kenneth released Nyla, who collapsed to the ground.

As he checked his phone, Lucia suddenly rushed at him. "Die!"

Kenneth sensed the danger too late. He stumbled back, stepped off the edge, and fell from the rooftop.

The sound of his body hitting the cement was dull and heavy.

Damon had just exited his car when he saw a figure plummet from above. He hurried toward the twitching body on the ground, his hands clenching unconsciously and his expression tense as a wave of panic washed over him.

Realizing it wasn't Nyla, he sighed in relief but noticed his palms were sweaty.

Spencer caught up to him, glanced at the body, and said, "Mr. Sumner, that's Kenneth O'Neill. Ms. Jayston should be upstairs."

Without a word, Damon turned and rushed into the hotel.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop.

Lucia's expression turned maniacal after pushing Kenneth down. She knew there was no turning back now.

Seeing Nyla regaining consciousness and crawling toward the stairs, Lucia smiled, slowly walked over, and crouched beside her. "Nyla, who would have thought you'd end up like this?"

She wasn't in a hurry to kill Nyla anymore. She wanted to torment her first, repaying all the humiliation she had endured.

"Where should I start? Maybe your hand?" she wondered aloud.

With that, Lucia raised the knife and plunged it into the back of Nyla's hand.