Chapter 459 How The Tables Have Turned

• Holden failed to stifle a laugh. “Do I look like a fool to you? I know my son wouldn't be freed upon your return.”
• Raymond merely shrugged his shoulders, looking like an old rogue. “Don't forget, Mr. Lewitt, you're the one asking me for a favor, and I'm the one making the decisions here.”
• “Is that so?” Holden slowly got out of his seat and fished out an emerald pendant from his pocket, playing with it in the palm of his hand.