"Mia, the thing is, you can give him a smack now and he won't remember a thing," Mia said, looking at the little munchkin snoozing away, too young to remember anything. Andre tried to enlighten his wife, "While he's got no memory, now's the time to do it. He won't know any better. Wait till he's older, and he'll start remembering."

The couple spent a good fifteen minutes discussing the merits of disciplining their child before Andre had to hang up as he arrived at his hotel.

Mia gazed at the little bub blowing bubbles, "My own flesh and blood, too cute, I just can't bring myself to do it."

After hanging up with his wife, Andre's smile lingered. Not until he stepped into the elevator did his expression turn serious, "How's the search going?"

"Boss, I'll have a location for you by tomorrow."

Andre replied, "While you're at it, schedule a meeting with Old Man Walker."

The next evening, the head of the international division located Andre at the hotel, "Boss, we've found Jillian's address, but the house was empty, and the Walkers are on her trail too."

If Old Man Walker had sent his third son overseas to find Tom, he'd definitely dispatch people for Jillian too. The longer it took, the more uneasy Andre felt.

He even wondered if the child's cries that day weren't his son's at all, but just some random kid Tom used to deceive him.

out in a rural area. Seems like the Walkers haven't found her yet. Should we move now, boss?" Knowing she'd be hunted,

in the countryside, she was

the rural hideout took two and a half hours, with not a

brink of abandoning her, only to remember the contract - a yearly

own flesh and blood, Jillian lacked empathy, once throwing the bottle in frustration, "Cry again, and I'll strangle you." Her father was jailed because of Finley, leaving her with no warmth

fainter, a sign of

no avail, the only contact back

the countryside at twilight was

the emptiness, Andre peering out from the second car, his mood darkening with the setting

the time they arrived, a lone house with lights

on edge, slapped the crib, "Cry, cry,

four black sedans, her heart racing. Were the Walkers here for her? Glancing at the infant, her thoughts raced,

cars didn't look like Walkers.

she saw him, Andre, stepping out from the second car, and her

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