My Wife Was Kidnapped on a Livestream, and I Calmly Sent Gifts to the Kidnappe

On Valentine’s Day, my enemy kidnapped my wife and brazenly started a livestream across the entire internet.

“Mr. Dawson, if you want your wife back, exchange her for shares of your company. Otherwise, I’ll kill her!”

The kidnapper’s tone over the phone was extremely arrogant.

I found a comfortable position on the sofa and spoke calmly. “Bro, do you know what the three greatest joys in a man’s life are?”

The corners of my mouth lifted unconsciously, my tone even more excited than the criminal’s. “Of course. It’s getting promoted, making a fortune and your wife dying!”

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The day after my wife was kidnapped, the kidnapper continued his arrogant livestream to the whole internet.

In the video, Ivy was lying on the ground with a pale face and there were still fresh bloodstains on her palm.

They matched exactly with the severed finger that the courier had just delivered.

On the phone screen, the live stream comments were flying by rapidly.

“My God, this looks too real. Could someone have actually been kidnapped?”

“Did you guys notice the blood on the ground? It really looks like human blood...”

“If that’s true, then this kidnapper is insane. He’s even livestreaming it. Isn’t this outright provocation?”

In the livestream, even though the kidnapper was wearing a hood, I could roughly guess his identity from his voice.

It was Alan Turner, the president of the Turner Group.

After his company went bankrupt, Alan disappeared for an entire year.

But what I didn’t expect was that the once-glorious president would reappear in the public eye in such a way.

To support his new venture, I immediately transferred some money backstage and gave him a few likes as a gesture of goodwill.

However, before I had even finished, my father-in-law, who had been sitting on the couch just moments ago, suddenly rushed in front of me.

“Eric, please, please save my daughter. No matter what, she is your wife!”

I raised an eyebrow and gave him a cold look. “Dad, it’s not that I don’t want to save her, it’s just that the ransom the kidnappers are asking for is way too high.”

My father-in-law trembled with anger after hearing my words. "Eric, no matter what, Ivy was the one who helped you build the company from the ground up! But you actually don't care about her life or death over such a small profit? I’ve misjudged you!"

I noticed the look of disappointment in his eyes, but at this moment, I couldn’t care less.

The kidnappers were demanding 50% of the company’s shares, which was far too valuable for me to part with.

When it came to emotions and money, I didn’t hesitate to choose the latter.

"Dad, you know how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am today. I hope you can understand. As for Ivy, don’t worry. If she really dies, I will make sure to give her a grand funeral," I said coldly.

As soon as I finished speaking, my mother-in-law suddenly rushed over, pointing at my nose and cursing me out. "Eric, are you even human? My daughter is still carrying your child!"

I casually watched the live broadcast, occasionally giving a few likes. "Sorry, but this is my final bottom line."

My actions completely enraged Ivy's parents. They rolled up their sleeves and charged toward me.

Fortunately, I had hired a few bodyguards today and their attack was easily neutralized.

At that moment, in the live broadcast, Alan shouted my name at the screen. "Eric, you coward! How long do you plan to hide?"

Before I could react, a wave of comments flooded the screen.

"Ah? The kidnapper actually kidnapped the wife of Dawson Group’s president, Eric Dowson? This is unbelievable!"