Husband

Chapter 50 

The punk assumed that the rich girl from a wealthy family would be easy to handle. He released Catherine’s mouth and exerely went to pull off the diamond hairpin on her head. 

Chesectedly at that very moment, Catherine Bercely bit down on his hand. 

The 

pain made the punk scream, and Catherine, without hesitation, stomped on his toes, then turned and ran. Fearing she might not escape, she even threw the small water bottle she was carrying 

At the same time, she shouted, “Help. There’s a bad person 

The punk, panicking, realized that the kitchen staff was having a meeting not far away and could reach them within a minute upon hearing the screams. 

He was at a loss, not knowing whether to escape or catch Catherine. 

“Ouch 

The sound of Catherine falling reached the punk’s ears. He suddenly realized he had been discovered and knew he couldn’t escape unless he had a hostage. 

ok there?” Outside the kitchen door, the security guard was rushing towards them. 

In his panic, the punk pulled out a folding knife from his pocket and attempted to catch Catherine, who had just gotten up from the ground. 

Due to the earlier fall, Catherine touched her knee in pain. Just as she was about to run forward again, the punk grabbed her 

“Are you trying to run away?” The punk held the knife against Catherine’s tender neck. 

I’m sorry, sir. I won’t run anymore… Please don’t kill me. My dad is very wealthy… Apologizing and pretending to cry and be scared, Catherine immediately looked helpless and pitiful. 

However, deep down, she was cursing the punk with all her might, “His knife is broken. His pants fell. He tripped over the 

water bottle on the floor… 

The punk could only hear the word “wealthy,” and at this point, any additional gain was worth it. 

“Don’t move.” He shouted at the security guards who had already arrived, “Go call her dad and ask for money to ransom her. Otherwise, I’ll kill her.” 

“Don’t do anything rash.” The security guards were also frightened. Such an incident had never happened since the opening of the kindergarten. 

In order to keep the punk calm, they had to temporarily compromise. “We’ll go make the call now. Don’t hurt the child.” 

“Hurry up. I want 200 thousand dollars.” The punk shouted a seemingly huge number, thinking it would cover his gambling debts and leave him with plenty, 

Just as he was calculating his gains, the little girl in his hand, with an innocent look, asked him, “Sir, did you underestimate my Dad? He has a lot of money” 

The punk, confused by Catherine’s words, asked, “What do you mean?” 

“You should ask him for 20 million dollars.” 

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Chapter 50 

Catherine immediately stated a figure, using her small hand to push away the punk’s hand holding the knife. “It’s not worth that much if my skin breaks. Keep the knife away.” 

The punk, with a shocked expression, was dumbfounded for a while before asking, “Who is your dad?” 

Catherine, proud at first to mention her uncle’s name, changed her mind. After all, this was Hiyon, and Carlos was more effective. 

So, she confidently said, “Carlos Monroe.” 

The punk nodded excitedly, then shook his head. “Who is he? I don’t know.” 

Catherine was speechless. In Hiyon, he didn’t even know Carlos. No wonder things were going so poorly for him. 

“Call that guy and tell him his daughter is in my hands.” The punk