After catching my wife in bed with another man, I remarried novel Chapter 39

Alex had kidnapped Grace and Ava.

When I first received Alex's call, I didn't believe it. But after my assistant checked, it turned out Alex had amassed a significant gambling debt recently.

I was furious.

The bastard! I didn't care if he kidnapped Grace, but Ava is my daughter. Even though she's said many ungrateful things to me, that doesn't mean I can tolerate anyone hurting her.

Alex refused to let me involve the police and demanded twenty million dollars in cash.

I had no intention of complying with his demands without involving the authorities, so I signaled my friend to alert the police.

Fortunately, I had sold all my properties recently. Otherwise, coming up with twenty million in such a short time would have been nearly impossible.

Alex seemed to be living in some spy thriller, instructing me to drive around the city with the cash, and he even made me switch my phone to an old-model one.

What a crazy situation.

After driving around all day, I was exhausted and finally reached the last location— the dock.

There were many large boats docked there. As I walked past them, a beam of light suddenly flashed in my face. Instinctively, I raised my arm to shield my eyes as someone snatched the suitcase from my hands. I turned around and saw a shadow disappearing into one of the boats.

I looked at the person who had been shining the flashlight. He used the beam to illuminate his own face and made a grimace. He was a young boy with a dark complexion, probably a local fisherman.

"Where's Alex?" I asked.

He pointed to a large steel boat and then ran off.

Without hesitation, I boarded that boat.

Once inside the cabin, I found it lit but empty. Grace and Ava were tied to chairs, their mouths taped, and their bodies covered in bruises.

When they saw me, they both started crying and struggling, their faces wet with tears and their eyes filled with fear.

However, I regretted hitting him so hard that he couldn't retaliate. I couldn't keep beating him— that would be illegal.

So I resorted to taunting him instead.

"Get up, you worthless piece of trash. Weren't you tough a moment ago?"

"Pathetic. I prefer the arrogant version of you from earlier," I said, shaking my head and turning to walk towards my daughter, deliberately leaving my back exposed to him.

Sure enough, he picked up the baseball bat again and swung it at me from behind.

I ducked and swept my legs to knock him down. Before he could react, I was on top of him, raining punches on his face.

Damn it, you dared to kidnap my daughter, you had the nerve to hit her. You're asking for it.

By the time the police arrived, I had already taken out my frustration on him.