A middle-aged woman seemed to be clenching her fists with a sharp gaze at the rectangular screen in front of her. Even she almost cursed if she didn't remember the microphone in front of her still on.
The middle-aged woman turned off her microphone for a moment and pounded on the table in front of her.
She was really annoyed with someone who dared to threaten her, but on the one hand, she needed the document to find out the truth because she had not found any information about what was written on the document for a long time.
Catherine took a deep breath and took out her cell phone to call someone.
"Let her go! I don't need her anymore. It's enough for me to play around with her ... I'm satisfied to see someone I haven't seen for a long time."
After saying that, the phone went dead, and Catherine turned the microphone back on.
"I'm nice to you Clark, I will let your wife go, but first, can I hear my son's voice?"
