Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 311

He saw that the security guard had thrown the flowers out.

After he kept his binoculars away, he took out his phone, ready to call his master.

Tap. Tap.

Someone was tapping hard on his window.

He turned to look out the window and saw that it was a kid that looked to be about seven years old.

Where did this kid come from?

The man rolled down his window and scolded, "Kiddo, go somewhere else to play."

The kid said to him, "Sir, there's a deck of cash under your car. Did you drop them?"

A deck of cash?

It surprised him to hear that.

However, after hearing that money was under his car, he placed his phone down casually, opened the door, and left the car.

"Kiddo, where's the money?"

The kid pointed in the direction under the car and said, "There."

Then, he ran off.

The man squatted down and checked under the car. There's nothing here.

That brat pulled a prank on me.

Just as he was about to stand, his vision turned dark. He had been wrapped in a sack, then pushed against the car before punches, one after another, landed on his body.

The man's instinct was to fight back, but he was trapped by the sack, which restricted his ability to resist. Plus, the other party had a few men, so he could do nothing but get beaten up and let out low grunts.

After those people gave him a good beating, they finally let him go.

It took him some time to remove the sack. The man was actually a bodyguard of the Mendelson family.

He placed his hands on the car, supporting himself to stand. His face was swollen in just a few minutes, and his lips and nose were bleeding.

Those people are a harsh bunch.

The bodyguard guessed that his cover had been blown, and someone had noticed that he had been watching Parker Corporation. It was most likely Master Dylan's men.

Hence, he did not dare to stay any longer. After he carelessly wiped his blood away, he got into his car in a hurry, only to realize that they had taken his binoculars and car keys away. Not only that, all four tires of his vehicle were flat.

The tires were all punctured with huge holes.

The bodyguard was rendered speechless by how thorough they were.

In the last few minutes, he got beaten up, his binoculars and car keys were taken away, and they deliberately punctured his tires.

Master Dylan's people are indeed an efficient bunch!

He quickly called his master.

When Frank answered the call, the man said in a low voice, panicking, "Mr. Mendelson, I was careless and had been discovered while working. They even put a sack over me and beat me up, took away the binoculars and car keys, as well as punctured all the tires."

Frank's gaze flickered and turned darker as he said coldly, "Come back."

He's too careless. How could he let the people from our enemy discover him?

We're getting off on the wrong foot here.

This was the first time Frank asked his man to watch Kendall because he just wanted to know if she would accept the flowers. But his man was discovered instead.

It seemed that Dylan had gotten his men to protect Kendall secretly.

Back then, it was right that he had only asked his men to watch over Amelia and not Kendall.

"I'll get someone to pick you up."

Frank changed his mind, afraid that Dylan's people still had tricks up their sleeves. His man had already gotten a beating earlier, and he could not go through that once again.

"Thanks, Mr. Mendelson."

After the call ended, Frank called someone to go to Parker Corporation to pick up the man who he had assigned to watch over Parker Corporation.

Then, he stood up from his bed and left the resting room.

He walked over to the ceiling-to-floor window, frustrated while he looked at the blue sky.

He wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he checked his pockets but did not bring any with him.

He headed to his desk and opened his drawer, taking a packet of cigarettes out from it. He took a stick from the pack, lit it up, and inhaled. Nonetheless, he extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray at the thought of something."

"My baby girl is still young and doesn't like the smell of cigarettes," Frank murmured softly.

At the thought of his daughter, he sat down on his black chair instead of walking over to the window again and reached for a photo frame at the corner of his desk.

There was a photo, or to be more exact, a sketch of a baby, displayed on the photo frame.

The baby girl and how she looked was the imagination of Frank, who then drew her portrait and made it into a picture before framing it.

His slender fingers caressed her face while his rugged features seemed to have softened. His charming eyes were now filled with yearning for the child.

"Baby girl," Frank called out softly.

"Your mommy married someone else. What should we do? We must find a way to get Mommy back, so the three of us can be a family again."

The baby girl in the photo had a gleeful smile plastered on her face. Anyone who caught a glimpse of her adorable appearance would soften and coo.

"Baby girl, have you ever existed before, or are you just a figment of my imagination all along?"

Sometimes, Frank felt that he was being overly stubborn on this matter, so obstinate that he thought he was mad.

Even if he had asked the doctor to perform a check-up on Kendall, which confirmed that she was still a virgin and had never given birth before, Frank was unwilling to wake up from his dream.