CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1088

Chapter 1088

When they arrived at the old, abandoned park on the outskirts, Nash finally came face to face with the so-called Mrs. Lowe.

"She's the parent of that student who fought with Orion," Nina whispered, surprised that Pharaoh had gone so far as to abduct this person. Had Mrs. Lowe somehow offended Pharaoh?

Upon seeing Nina, Mrs. Lowe became extremely agitated. She was struggling to break free and rush toward Nina. Her eyes blazed with hatred, as if she wished to tear Nina to pieces.

Nash signaled Pharaoh's men to remove the rag stuffed in Mrs. Lowe's mouth.

"I won't let you get away with this! I'll make sure you're utterly ruined, no-I'll destroy your reputation and leave you with nothing!" Mrs. Lowe spat venomously.

Pharaoh's men moved to gag her again. However, Nash stopped them and, in a moment of frustration, kicked Mrs. Lowe. She cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, yet she continued to hurl insults. "Meeting you like this wasn't the right approach, I admit," Nash said coolly. "But Mrs. Lowe, is it? What's your husband's name, by the way? Would you care to share that with us?"

"You think someone like you has the right to know my husband's name? Let me go now, or once I'm free, I'll have him sue you all and make sure you're locked up for good," Mrs. Lowe snarled, spitting in Nash's direction. Nash couldn't dodge in time, and the spit landed on his clothes. He frowned in disgust, removed his jacket, and tossed it on the ground.

"There's only one prominent Lowe family in Birkham, but you're not part of it. Stop trying to use someone else's name to intimidate me. If you cooperate now, maybe I'll leave you with an intact body." He didn't need to raise his voice or look

stammered, unable to form

speak with him.

name is Nash York. I'm sure there's no

pale with shock, her eyes filled with hopelessness. She never imagined she would cross paths with someone like Nash

let me go. I know I made a mistake. I promise, I'll have my son

serving my son? That doesn't seem quite appropriate,

dropped to

thud. 'I'm not from that Lowe family. My husband's last name is Lowe, but we're

businesspeople. We're just

Mr. York,

be

forgive

ruffling her hair as he asked softly, "What

lip and pouted,