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 a

had been receiving

kinds of toys had piled everywhere in the initially empty house. Isabella also bought some books

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

to drizzle at dusk. Before long, the rain was

while Ricky was in the living room on a video call with Betty

looked around the big house where only he and his mother lived

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

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

car. The contour of his

man seemed to be looking

in the

quietly. Then, after about five minutes, he suddenly turned around and ran away. He took

took a big black umbrella, and bolted

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

small figure running out

hold steadily. It looked as though

balance and fell to the ground, knocking the umbrella

to get

he picked up the big umbrella that

head back and looked up

a face that was similar

had curly hair and

stared into each other’s eyes, but neither said

a while, the man bent down and leveled his eyes with Ricky’s. “Did you come to send me

the man and nodded. He then asked, “Sir,

for a

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