Chapter 735: Chapter 735 Fake Kidnapping_1
These people had fallen into the hands of Alexander Summers’s subordinates, and although they weren’t skinned or deboned, they were given a hard time. The moment they saw Purple Summers ask questions, they tripped over each other to tell her—
Yolanda Summers asked them to drive to the back gate of the Summers Residence garden next Saturday noon.
That day there would be many guests, and the Summers Family’s security guards would mostly be in the front yard. Yolanda Summers would take the opportunity to secretly meet Sheldon Fowler at the back yard gate, while they disguised themselves as kidnappers and abducted Yolanda Summers and Sheldon Fowler together.
“That lady told us that after kidnapping the victims, we should immediately kill them, leaving no survivors, and then leave ransom notes for both the Summers Family and the Fowler Family, demanding 750 thousand from each. In fact, the ransom was just a front; as long as Sheldon Fowler was killed, that lady would give us 15 thousand dollars each.”
15 thousand each, might not sound like much—45 thousand in total for the three of them—yet the job was going to be an easy one.
Because Yolanda Summers was pulling the strings from within, the risk was minimal. It would hardly take any effort for three strong men to kill an overprivileged young master.
In a kidnapping case, the most dangerous part is fleeing with a living hostage; it’s much easier with a dead body.
Purple Summers asked, “And her? How will she return after being kidnapped?”
The person shook their head, “We are only responsible for taking the people. Kill the man, and set the woman free halfway.”
Purple Summers was taken aback.
In that case, was Yolanda Summers planning to find a place to hide first, and after the dust settled, concoct a lie about how she miraculously escaped?
But was she so sure that the police wouldn’t suspect her?
On second thought, considering Yolanda Summers’s character—always somewhat arrogant and self-important, convinced of her own intelligence, to the extent of often looking down on her sister Laura Summers.
However, this plan was indeed sinister—to take Sheldon Fowler’s life for a mere 45 thousand.
45 thousand must have been Yolanda Summers’s limit, right? Her allowance was controlled by Dylan Summers, who was particularly stingy. If Yolanda Summers wanted more money, selling jewelry and clothes was the only option left. But once she went to the pawnshop, she would leave a trace.
Purple Summers looked at these people with suspicion and said unhurriedly, “She only gives you 45 thousand, but the ransom is 1.5 million. Even if only one family is willing to pay, that’s 750 thousand. Aren’t you tempted?”
The men kneeling on the ground stiffened slightly, their eyes darting around.
Purple Summers mused as if to herself, “If I were you, since it’s a kidnapping either way, I might as well make it real. Abduct everyone, pocket the 45 thousand, and then wait for the 1.5 million to be delivered. How could you let such a godsend slip by?”
They hung their heads and remained silent.
All of a sudden, Purple Summers asked, “How did you know the young master of the Fowler Family is called Sheldon Fowler?”
“…The lady told us,” one of them struggled to answer.
“Impossible.” Purple Summers flatly denied it, “She had no reason to reveal his name. She just needed to tell you to kill the man she took there, right?”
The man explained further, “Since we were to send a ransom note to the Fowler Family, there was only Sheldon Fowler, the only son, so we knew it was him.”
Purple Summers laughed, “Are you close to the Fowler Family? How do you know they only have Sheldon Fowler as their sole heir?”
“Everyone in Clearwater City knows…”
“No, I don’t know. Before this, I only knew he was called Young Master Fowler; I had no idea of his actual name.” Purple Summers asked her subordinate, “Do you know what the young master of the Fowler Family is called?”
The subordinate shook their head, “No.”
Purple Summers asked another one of her subordinates.
The other also replied, “I don’t.”
How many wealthy sons and daughters are there in all of Clearwater? How could anyone remember every single one of their names? Even Gerald Graves, who frequently appeared in tabloid news, most people could only remember him as Second Young Master Graves!
The subordinate respectfully said to Purple Summers, “Why don’t you step out and wait for a while? It might take a bit more effort here.”
They were implying they were prepared to use torture again.