Penelope Hale had figured it out. This woman would never call the police, not unless she didn't want her son back.
Because if she was going to report it, she might as well have just told Victor Morgan. It would have been faster.
"Since you didn't call the police, we'll proceed with the transaction immediately. I'm heading to the pier to wait for you. If you don't deliver the money within the hour, don't blame me for what happens to the boy. I'll text you the address."
Penelope Hale spoke in a grave tone before hanging up. Then, she ordered her people to move out.
Meanwhile, Luna Warner was beaming with joy. 'The day I've been waiting for has finally arrived.'
To avoid keeping them waiting, Luna Warner stuffed the waste paper she'd prepared beforehand into a handbag and hurried to the designated location.
Penelope Hale was a true veteran. The address she gave Luna Warner had her circling the waterfront piers without telling her exactly which one to stop at.
