Chapter 113

Tarquin flung the couch pillow at Keaton, but it wasn’t enough to vent his fury, so he grabbed the coffee mug from the table and hurled it next.

Keaton dodged with ease, whipping out his phone and snapping a few photos.

“Think twice next time you try to backstab me, buddy. This right here is proof you got whooped by a dame. If I post this in our guys‘ group chat, let’s see how you hold your head up then. The CEO of Bradford Group getting his butt kicked by a little lady, ha!”

With that snarky comment, Keaton bolted before Tarquin could turn him into mincemeat.

Tarquin was fuming, his chest heaving with rage. “Keaton, you better hope I never lay eyes on you again!”

Lowell just stood there, silent. Sure, the scratch marks on Tarquin’s neck looked pitiful, but who was to blame? He knew Elysia’s kids were her life, yet he dared to use them as leverage. That’s practically begging for a beatdown!

Sure, Elysia scratched him up, and that was a bit sad, but sympathy was the last thing he deserved.

Elysia headed to the seventh floor, not bothering to look for Blossom and the kids immediately. She sat alone in the cinema’s lounge area, seething with anger that coursed through every organ.

That dog of a man!

How could he stoop so low?

Lucky for her, she had the fortitude of a saint. Any other mom finding out her kid was kidnapped might drop dead from shock!

He was beyond redemption!

She’d told him countless times she had no interest in getting close to him, but he refused to believe it!

There wouldn’t be a third time. Elysia wouldn’t allow it.

This was the last straw. If he dared to pull another stunt, she wouldn’t hold back.

All those years in the mountains, she didn’t just study child psychology; medicine was her true expertise. She could heal, and she could harm.

He’d best not push her to that point.

Lost in thought, Elysia was startled when Blossom suddenly appeared.

“Elysia, what are you doing sitting out here?”

“And why are you out here? How are the kids?”

“They’re fine, tucked away in a VIP room I booked. It’s just us in there, with a waiter at the door to keep out strangers. The kids won’t wander off; they’re engrossed in a cartoon. I was worried about 09:40 you going to see that wild man, so I was about to call you. What happened?”

Elysia exhaled deeply. “I must’ve stepped out on the wrong side of the bed today, ran into a bunch of bimbos, and then he showed up to pick a fight.”

“A bunch of bimbos? He picked a fight? What do you mean?”

Elysia recounted the ordeal with Oriana and her cronies, leaving Blossom’s eyes wide as saucers.

“That happened? Why didn’t you call me to come back? What if you couldn’t handle them?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t lose out. I’m not the same person I was back then. Ever since I had kids, I’ve changed.”

Motherhood brings strength, and she was feeling mighty.

“But in today’s world, just being able to throw a punch isn’t enough, you know. Money talks.”

“Money talks, but that doesn’t mean us folks don’t have a say. The government’s stepping up its game.

We still have a voice. And I guess I was lucky today. Ran into Corbin’s mother, Mrs. Denton. She really stood up for me, or I would’ve been in a real mess.”

‘Corbin? The one with the temper?”

“Yeah.”

“My gosh, you got involved with the Denton family? They’re old money, with a legacy of strong business. And Mrs. Denton is from the Huber family, they’re old money too. Corbin’s uncle is Keaton, right?”

“I only found that out today.”