I bit my lip, as if I were deep in thought. After a moment, I said, "Fine, I'll give you the money, but you have to guarantee my safety. Now, let go of one of my hands, and I'll transfer the funds."
A flash of greed crossed Cyrus's eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then handed me his phone. With the knife still pointed at me, he warned, "You'd better not try anything funny, or I won't go easy on you."
I pretended to make the transfer, but in reality, I was stalling. Before I had been kidn*pped, I'd already asked Rita to call the police. I checked the time—help should be arriving soon.
I took my time opening the bank app, and just then, a loud commotion suddenly broke out outside the factory. Cyrus looked toward the door in panic, unsure of what was happening. But inside, I couldn't he
