Flash Marriage to a Stunning CEO (Alistair and Richard)

Chapter 93 Do Whatever It Takes

Suspicion instantly flashed across Rebecca's mind.

She recalled how greedy Liam and his wife had appeared six

years ago.

For a measly two million dollars, he was willing to sell his own son. What else wouldn't he do?

Rebecca let out a scornful laugh. "Liam, what's your game? I see through you. You're trying to con me into giving you more perks, aren't you?”

Liam shot back, "No way, I'm being dead-on honest. That little rascal really knows the whole deal."

Rebecca believed she'd seen right through his feeble attempt at pulling the wool over her eyes.

Without a second thought, she hung up the phone and promptly

blocked him.

Thank God Alistair takes after nobody in his father's mold.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to rest easy having him by my side for six long years.

Near Stuyvesant High School, Liam was utterly exasperated, his

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forehead creased with annoyance.

I thought if I told Rebecca, she'd be all worked up and rush to

figure things out with me, to handle Alistair. But no, she thought I was pulling her leg!

Well, at least it shows Alistair hasn't given her any grief yet.

Liam grumbled through gritted teeth, "Damn it! I've really got myself a 'wonderful'

son.

"When he sees someone rich and powerful, he doesn't dare to

mess with them. Instead, he takes it out on his own family."

Wait! That's not right.

let anyone

не

"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered

furious that he nearly smashed his

he'd felt vanished in an

or just plain

she's just

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seeking me out all those years ago, I wouldn't be in

seething anger, all Liam could do was

which was utterly futile in

about going back 24 years and choking baby Alistair in his

device, it

dream.

given him a string of bank card numbers

dollars into them within

be the past. What made it

number, leaving Liam

Liam wanted to grovel for forgiveness, he

reaching Rebecca was

looked down on them. Other than those rare phone calls, she'd always kept her whereabouts a

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was the crux of the matter, tracking him down

as that little punk spares me, I'll do whatever

made a beeline for the gates of Stuyvesant

though Alistair dropped out years ago, perhaps his

could help me

guard for a bit,

Clarke, the teacher who had taught

ended.

Alistair was enough to stir up a storm of indignation in Emilia. She

get in touch with him, how do you

That boy was a real genius, sure-shot for a top-tier

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teaching, I've never come across such an irresponsible parent. Your son was here at this school for ages, and you never once bothered to check on his studies. You don't even have his contact info. All we knew about was his late grandpa. We were pulling our hair

a great kid, all because of you

face alternated between flushing red with embarrassment and paling in

an important person. But in front of this

you really sure Alistair could've gotten into a top-