When Quinn''s voice drifted from the room, everyone was caught off guard. Naomi, who had been moping around, snapped her head up, disbelief etched on her face as she stared at the two people inside. Johnny clenched his fist, his attention glued to the ongoing conversation.


    "Should I give them a ring to spook them intoing for you?" the man inquired.


    Quinn nodded, her face brimming with confidence. This guy had be a familiar nuisance to the Bradfords; his voice alone would have them scrambling.


    A smug grin tugged at her lips, all of it caught crystal clear by the camera. Naomi''s phone rang out of the blue. She stared at it, too stunned to pick up.


    "What if no one answers?" the man questioned Quinn. In her mind, this guy''s days were numbered, so she dropped all pretense. "Keep calling them. The Bradford family won''t leave me hanging. And once you pull in the fifty million, I''ll make sure you get a little extra."


    "Heh, you''ve been pulling this stunt for ages, and they keep falling for it. All that cash ends up lining your pockets-howe nobody audits you?"


    Quinn''s eyes shed with anger at his offhand remarks. "Zip it. Now''s not the time to chat about this. Just follow my lead, and you''ll get your cut."


    Naomi''s phone rang again, the raw reality of the live broadcast hitting her hard. This time, she answered, and a harsh voiceshed out.


    "Naomi, it''s been a while. I blew through thest thirty million fast. Now I''ve got your daughter. If you don''t cough up fifty million to get her back, I don''t know what I might do. Your daughter is quite cute, after all."


    Back in the day, Naomi would have been rushing to hand over the cash, but now she stayed silent, her eyes locked on the wall projection. Every word matched up, making it all too real. Naomi''s face went pale as she sighed deeply.


    The man knew full well what was happening, but kept ying dumb. "Why are you so quiet, Naomi? Hoping to see your daughter hurt? I''m telling you, I want money, or don''t me me for what happens next!"


    He finished and handed the phone to Quinn, signaling her to speak. Quinn''s voice immediately turned pitiful. "Mom, I told you his greed would only grow. Last time, you shouldn''t have given in. Call the police, please. I don''t want our family bullied again. Are we out of money?"


    Her words synced perfectly with the projection. Naomi couldn''t defend her daughter. The Bradford family''s staff began whispering among themselves. Quinn heard the noise but remained clueless, continuing her act.


    Momentster, a voice full of fury cut through. "How could you!" It was Johnny. Quinn''s eyes lit up, thinking he was berating the kidnapper, and she started sobbing again.


    "Dad, don''t worry. I''m okay." Johnny stood, shaking with anger before fainting. Witnessing such a revtion about their well-behaved daughter was unbearable.


    The Bradford family rushed Johnny to the hospital, while Quinn, oblivious to the chaos, still expected them to swoop in and watch her performance.