Chapter 151 Walking Into the Lion’s Den

• Lewis Snow hadn’t slept all night. Eyes bloodshot, he sat quietly on the villa’s rooftop terrace, waiting for them to come. Since they’d snatched his son, they had demands. And there was no way in hell he’d let this slide. He would wipe them all out.
• At dawn, Winona Tate woke and exploded—screaming for her child, cursing Lewis for stirring up trouble. Now even their son had been taken. Hearing her raw, tearing cries, Lewis’s chest ached like someone was drilling straight through it.
• Just then, his phone rang.