Andre's eyes snapped open, his voice cold and commanding, "Block the road."

Conner got up, walked over to Andre, and raised an eyebrow, "So, Hansen's crew is on the move, huh? Come on, when can I go home? I'm dying to see my son." Annoyed, Andre replied, "Tom's got a broken jaw and a busted arm. Your choice, I'll go easy on you."

Conner fell silent.

Later, Teddy called to check in, "How's the kid?"

"Who told you my son was kidnapped?" Andre's gaze shifted to Conner, who was lounging quietly on the couch.

Conner quickly cleared his name, "Who's usually the loudest and most eager to join the buzz around here? Notice he's not here this time?" Mars, again!

...

Tom realized that without Holly, managing the kids alone was impossible. He cried all the way.

Passersby eyed him suspiciously, some even stealthily preparing to snap his picture, while others reached for their phones to call the police. "Back off!"

He lashed out savagely at the onlookers.

Tom kept running, feeling hostility from every direction.

Even the road to Cedar Hill was suddenly blocked.

The child in his arms kept crying, and he was injured, feeling the weight of judgmental stares all around.

Tom had to watch out for both the police and Andre's men.

He was tense, his nerves strung tight.

two men sat inside. One used binoculars,

hundred meters between them and no obstructions, Tom was clearly visible, yet here he was, using binoculars, an utterly unnecessary act like using an umbrella on a sunny

I'm minoring in psychology. Tom's expressions are a classic case. He's panicked, like

flippant man put down his binoculars and took out his phone, "Let's call the cops, have the sirens freak

heard police sirens from afar. Tom didn't know if they were coming for

glances and got

a boxing champ. Be careful, or

escaped Mr. Big's clutches. You think he's still got his old glory? One arm's busted, the other's holding a kid. What's he gonna do, fight me with his

"That sounds kinda off."

"No, it's perfectly normal."

followed Tom into

their banter, wary of Tom

child's cries

escape better with the child. But in his haste, he

waned and police sirens sounded closer, Tom had no choice but to dial

on the other end, imagining Andre frantically searching for his son. Excited, Old Walker asked, "Did you succeed?" Tom glanced at the baby

eyes instantly filled with suspicion and

do another favor for me. Open a private account overseas under the name of Annabelle Ye, deposit the remaining $250 million in

was in survival

you can't meet my demands, I'll just reconcile with the Cedillo family and

"Tom!"

was taken aback by Tom's

"I have a condition

Tom ended the call.

from hunger, he stood up, went to a

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