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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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.

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

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

house’s swimming pool was larger than this tiny place. It

by his collar and plopped him onto the couch. 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

sat rigidly, his cool brow furrowed. What

even been on a plane before, and although his family was wealthy, his overprotective father had never allowed

did not dare respond, fearing he would give himself away.

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

understand what

admitted to being wrong before, but fearing discovery, he mumbled stiffly, “Alright, I was wrong.”

that the tone sounded

thought, she dismissed the idea that her little Sammy could be

“You must be hungry, Sammy. Let me make you some dinner.”

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

of the meal’s potential. Could it possibly taste

bites, Daniel was won over. It

must be Mom’s flavor–the spaghetti tender, the sauce rich. It was every bit as

her, he

for three years only

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between his detestable

was lost in

the bell rang.

up to answer the door.

at the convention center and guessed you’d taken Sammy home. Is

he was really asking: had Sammy been discovered by

shook her

with a smile,

had someone else come in?

sensing his stature and gentle demeanor, which even seemed to complement his mother’s presence,

glance and lowered head, the little

wronged, asked Whitney, “What’s up

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

he’s having an

“Yeah.”

adults stood there, silently

recognize me, but his behavior and habits are different, too. He used to

does have

with ears sharp as a hare’s, inwardly retorted that Bryce was the

one.

might be disliked, but he was