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.

Draxton took

been receiving parcels

toys had piled everywhere in the initially empty house. Isabella also bought some books and a computer. She even got a car delivered downstairs that

had a lived–in vibe, Isabella and Ricky felt slightly

late summer, and it started to drizzle at

was in the living room on a video call with Betty

the big house where only he and his mother lived and suddenly

and eat delicious food every day, he still missed Lotus Village very much when he was

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

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

looked out. The man seemed to be looking

was standing in the

window quietly. Then, after about five minutes, he suddenly turned around and ran away. He took a look at the kitchen and saw Isabella still

then ran to the hallway, took a big black umbrella,

the window. Instead, he kept standing in the rain with his gaze locked on the

he saw a small figure running

too large for him to hold steadily. It looked as though

and fell to the ground, knocking

wrestled to get up

him to his feet. Then he picked up the big umbrella that the boy had

and

were looking at a face that was

had curly hair and midnight

stared into each other’s eyes, but neither said

and leveled his eyes with Ricky’s. “Did

the man and nodded. He then asked, “Sir, you can go home with me and stay until

man hesitated for a

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