Sonko leaned against a broken wall near the roadside, staring at his phone.
The message from the men had arrived again.
—You have two days—
His jaw tightened.
He knew exactly where he could find money.
Or at least something valuable enough.
That family.
Kenty's family.
They might not look wealthy anymore, but people who once had wealth often kept secrets.
Hidden land.
Hidden savings.
Hidden treasures.
His phone rang.
It was Kenty.
He answered.
"Where are you?" she asked nervously.
"Thinking," he replied.
"About what?"
Sonko smiled slightly.
"About our future."
There was a pause.
"Kenty," he continued smoothly, "you love me, right?"
"Yes."
"Then help me."
"How?"
"Your father once had businesses. Land. Investments."
Kenty felt uneasy.
"What are you saying?"
"Just find out what he still has," Sonko replied calmly.
Her heart began to race.
"That sounds wrong."
Sonko's voice hardened.
"If you don't help me, those men will kill me."
The words pierced her like knives.