Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 260

The bodyguard scooped up Sammy in his arms, causing the boy to freeze momentarily, realizing they must have mistaken him for someone else. With a sudden burst of energy, he turned and made a beeline towards his mother.

But before his little legs could carry him far, the bodyguard hoisted him up again, pleading desperately, “Young master, please, I’m begging you! If you run off again, Boss will have our heads!”

Boss? Who could that be?

Despite being just a child, Sammy was now truly panicked, attempting to use his smartwatch to call his mom, but in the struggle, it fell to the ground.

“I’m not the kid you’re looking for. You’ve got the wrong guy! Let me go, I’m gonna call the cops, help, Mom!”

Ludwik, hearing his son’s cries for help through the walkie–talkie, turned as dark as thunderclouds.

The little rascal was becoming increasingly unruly, sneaking out on his own and even daring to cry for help. Did he not realize he might run into his no–good mother?

Fortunately, he was retrieved in time. Ludwik would not give him the chance to contact that woman and deal with all the ensuing trouble.

Loosening his tie, Ludwik commanded, “Get him back to the villa, pronto! Into the car! I’ll be right behind.”

“Yes, yes… Boss!”

…

Whitney sighed in relief as she drove away from the convention center with ‘Sammy‘ safely in the car.

Suddenly, a Bentley sped past her vehicle. Recognizing it as Ludwik’s, her nerves were on edge for a moment, but thankfully, the car zoomed by without stopping.

In the car, two breaths–one big, one small–sighed in unison.

Whitney glanced back, puzzled, at her ‘son‘.

‘Sammy‘, watching his family’s luxury car drive away, let out a guilty breath.

Meanwhile, in the speeding Bentley, the real Sammy was frantically trying to escape the grip of the bodyguard.

He had just seen his mom in the car! What were these people planning to do with him?

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Chapter 260

The apartment door swung open.

Daniel, having been cradled in his mother’s embrace all the way home, felt an unexpected reluctance to let go.

this was what it felt like to be held by a mom–no wonder the kids at preschool clung to their mothers; it

maintain his composure, he hopped down, surveying the modest living

larger than this tiny place. It was

With hands on her hips, she was ready for a lecture. “Sammy, we need to talk about the dangers of flying alone. You’re only three and a half, and no matter how smart you are, you can’t fly by yourself. There are lots of bad people out there, and you

sat rigidly, his cool brow furrowed.

a plane before, and although his family

musing, Daniel did not dare respond, fearing he would

eyebrow. Usually, Sammy would quickly admit his mistake and cuddle up to her.

understand what you did wrong?”

being wrong before, but fearing discovery, he mumbled

felt that the tone sounded a bit too much like

she dismissed the idea that her little Sammy could be

must be hungry,

would with Ludwik when Whitney took charge and headed to the kitchen. In no time, she presented a steaming plate

frowned, skeptical of the meal’s potential. Could it

bites, Daniel was won over. It

flavor–the spaghetti tender, the sauce rich. It was every bit as good

at her, he decided

she abandoned him for three years only

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happened between his detestable

lost in

the bell

quietly got up to answer the

couldn’t reach you at the convention center and

knew what he was really asking: had Sammy been discovered by

her head.

with a smile, and

had someone else

gentle demeanor, which even seemed to complement his mother’s presence, Daniel disliked him

haughty glance and lowered head, the little guy continued eating.

bit wronged, asked Whitney, “What’s

aside, “Bryce, I’ve told you about Sammy’s occasional personality

mean he’s having an episode now?”

“Yeah.”

stood there,

and habits are different, too. He used to be lively and energetic, never this restrained at mealtime.

his eyes thoughtfully, “The kid’s current odd behavior does have a

ears sharp as a hare’s, inwardly retorted

one.

disliked, but he