Chapter 52: A deal
An uneasy silence settled on the line. Isaac stood frozen, sweat beading on his forehead, every second without a reply gnawing at his nerves.
"I’ll help you capture her," he said again, more urgently this time.
"You think I’m stupid?" the man finally snapped, suspicion bleeding into his voice. "Is this some setup? You trying to feed me to the wolves?"
"No, no—nothing like that," Isaac shot back, stumbling over his words. "I swear, I wouldn’t dare. This isn’t a trick."
He paused, trying to steady his breath. "I have my own reasons. The Grants humiliated me, made me feel like nothing. This isn’t just about the money anymore. It’s revenge. Helping you take Zara is how I even the score."
His tone dropped to a pleading murmur. "Please. Don’t hurt my son. Let him go. I’ll make sure Zara ends up right where you want her. Trust me."
Still, the line was quiet. Isaac’s stomach churned.
Then, finally, the voice came back, fierce and livid. "You have got some nerve," the man thundered. "You are trying to drag me into a war with the Grant family? Do you think I’m suicidal?"
He snorted with disbelief. "You want me to kidnap their daughter-in-law! You must think I’m a fool. They are powerful. With their reach and influence, they’ll erase me off the map."
Isaac’s lips parted, but no words came. He felt completely powerless. Panic surged, but he wasn’t ready to back down.
"What are you saying, Sir? You are far more powerful than the Grant family." He said those flattering words to please him. "You have got eyes and influence everywhere in the city, even the underworld respects you. Compared to you, the Grants are nothing. They’ll fold the moment you put pressure on them."