Andrew said coolly, "I'm not a patient man, and since you clearly can't give me a straight answer, then goodbye. The next time you see your dear son, trust me, he'll be a corpse."

Kenny's face turned pale as he roared, "Wait! I agree! As long as you let Michael go, I'll do whatever you want!"

Andrew chuckled. "Good. Then it's a deal. Remember your words."

Andrew hung up, not wanting to waste another second on useless chatter or give Kenny any chance to speak further.

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