The Billionaire’s Kick Ass Wife

Chapter 11 Go Home With Me

Isabella had no idea that she had been discovered by that man right after she came back to Dawton City.

Alan and Martin were unbelievably efficient. Within less than half a day, Isabella and Ricky’s profiles appeared on Draxton’s desk

“Mr. Lockwood, it’s really Isabella. That boy is Isabella’s son, Alan reported, seeming ambivalent.

Isabella had tormented them for five years.

They had looked for her for five years and had almost been driven insane.

Alan gritted his teeth in anger.

Draxton lowered his head and carefully read the profiles in his hands.

In the profile photos, the woman and the boy were smiling brightly.

Draxton pressed his lips together, and his eyes fell on the address where they were living now: Orchid Residences.

“Mr. Lockwood, that boy looks so much like you… Alan was sure that he was Draxton’s son.

Although he harbored resentment against Isabella, that boy called Eric Thompson, with the nickname Ricky was a miniature version of his boss. Alan had to admit that the boy was adorable.

He and Martin couldn’t bring themselves to kill both Isabella and the boy and preferred to do away with just the mother.

Despite what they thought, Draxton got the final say.

ff Draxton decided to do away with both Isabella and her son, they would plead for mercy for that little boy. They waited for a long while, but in the end, Draxton just said briefly, “Leave them alone for now.”

Alan and Martin couldn’t believe their ears. They had gone to so much trouble to find Isabella, but Draxton had asked them to back off at that moment.

“Then… should we send people to keep an eye on them?” Martin asked tentatively.

need.” Draxton took

and Ricky had been receiving

had piled everywhere in the initially empty house. Isabella also bought some books and

lived–in vibe, Isabella and Ricky felt slightly resigned

started to drizzle at dusk. Before long, the

an apron and busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Ricky was in the living room on a video call with

ending the call, Ricky looked around the big house where only he and his mother lived

in the house, and Isabella took him out to have fun and eat delicious food every day, he still

the sofa brooding like a little adult, watching the violent rain lash against the picture window. Under the dark curtain of

standing next to the car. The contour of his tall figure was

against the window and looked out. The man seemed to be looking at him too, and their eyes seemed to meet through the

in the rain without an

turned around and ran away.

hallway, took a big black umbrella, and

leave after the boy left the window. Instead, he kept

figure running

too large for him to hold steadily. It looked as though the heavy rain could sweep him

the boy lost his balance and fell

get up in

up the big

back and looked up

at a face

both had curly hair and

into each other’s eyes, but neither said

man bent down and leveled his eyes with Ricky’s. “Did

He then asked, “Sir, you

hesitated for a

dishes. In the past five years, she’d picked up excellent cooking