"Idiot, I won't," Anna Jadwin's voice softened unconsciously.
Wayne Bailey held her tightly in his embrace, his heart beating wildly without stop, "What if even if you 'die,' he still doesn't hand over the Blue Tourmaline?"
"Then there's nothing else to be done," Anna Jadwin closed her eyes.
Charles Harrington was not yielding to either soft or hard tactics, and the more time that dragged on, the more disadvantaged he became.
"If Charles Harrington does bring out the Blue Tourmaline, Wayne, you also remember to promise me to let him go."
Wayne Bailey's large hand tightly gripped her small one, "You're always thinking about others!"
"If he does hand it over, it means he can't be all that bad, can he?"
"Fine, I promise you, I'll do as I say!"
The Bluetooth earpiece flashed again, Wilfred's voice came through: "Young master, Mr. Harrington agrees to hand over the Blue Tourmaline. He says it can make Ms. Jadwin reverse her aging for one year, to save her life."