novelxo Chapter 613
Old Man Walker had never shown much interest in Anya or Molly, but Andre's lady? Now she caught his eye.
When they got hitched, Old Man Walker was merely curious about their marriage. It didn't prove that Andre was head over heels for her. But, if she could bear Andre's child, that would elevate her status in his heart! Old Man Walker was also itching to know what made Mia so special to capture Andre's heart. There were prettier women, ones that could've made Andre's head spin. So, why her?
The Cedillo Group didn't need a marriage alliance, did the Irvin family have dirt on the Cedillo family? Or was Mia a secret lover Andre had stashed away before?
Wesley shook his head, dismissing his father's speculation, "A guy like Andre wouldn't keep his woman hidden away. Only a coward does that. I respect him for that."
Old Man Walker knew his son was jabbing at him for keeping his mistress hidden away, unable to show her face publicly until his wife passed. Wesley had lived as his illegitimate child until then. Old Man Walker kept silent.
Wesley grabbed his father's smartphone, directly messaging the sneaky Tom, "Send me everything on Mia."
In the shadows, Tom, lighting a cigarette, saw the message, "What about what you promised me?"
Wesley replied, "If I said I can do it, I will."
Soon, Tom sent over Mia's details, something he had prepared long ago. Being the man in the shadows, he knew who the Walkers would be interested in. Aside from Andre's woman, nobody else! Wesley, after reviewing all about Mia, pushed for more, "I don't see anything. I need something valuable."
Tom replied, "That's all there is. Having followed her for so long, I've seen nothing unusual."
Her parents were alive, her family harmonious, married at a suitable age, and she slacked off in school just like most students, just a bit prettier, a perfectly ordinary person. Molly was known for her sharp tongue, but as for Mia, he found nothing. Wesley, looking at Mia's photo, muttered, "I don't buy it."
At night, father and son watched a video, Wesley's lips curling into a sinister smile, "Dad, you know how we can achieve our goal?"
The Walker family had been made fools of by Andre before, losing a massive amount of clients and even money, humiliated and warned by him. The Walker family couldn't swallow this humiliation.
For Jillian Marshal, it was a war between women. She couldn't let Mia go; she wanted her to suffer deeply.
Tom had two motives: loyalty and personal vendetta. He wanted Andre to live a life worse than death!
Old Man Walker poured himself a glass of bourbon, the amber liquid reflecting the cool light, showcasing his crocodile-like ruthless gaze. He swirled the glass, murmuring, "His son!"
That beloved little fella wasn't just Andre and his wife's apple of the eye but probably the Cedillo family's treasure. If something happened to him, would Andre lose his mind? Would Mia suffer forever? The Cedillo family, the tragedy from seventeen years ago repeating, how satisfying. Thus, their goal would be achieved.
Looking at the video of the little guy, Wesley felt a bit of pity, "Next life, choose an ordinary family."
Old Man Walker sipped his bourbon, "Contact Tom, don't use our people."
The advantage of being in the shadows was invisibility. Andre could never guess, after being caught trailing them once, they dared to investigate again, thinking Tom, who came knocking, was more convenient than anyone. His hatred for Andre matched theirs. Using someone else to do the dirty work, letting Tom be the face while they watched the drama unfold from behind. Tom, being actively contacted by Wesley again, "A few photos and videos aren't worth the 30 billion in dirty money you want me to launder." Tom replied, "I've promised you, 5 billion after it's done."
Wesley taunted, "What if I report you now? Guess how much money you'd have?"
Tom stayed silent, Wesley's cunning was in appearing righteous while being the villain. He wanted Tom to take the initiative but didn't want to ask directly. If Tom offered, it'd be him begging for the job, not Wesley asking.
Nicholas had been the same, threatened first, forced into a corner, and reluctantly agreed to prison. Wesley painted it as, "You chose to go to prison."
But Tom wasn't Nicholas. "Wesley, drop the act. I have nothing to lose, and you won't gain anything either. The Walker family's already selling properties to cover debts, 5 billion is a lifesaver for you. If you want to use me against Andre, just say it." "It's not Andre." Wesley, looking at the video on his phone, his lips twisted into a chilling smile, "It's his son."
Tom, after tracking them for so long, knew as long as Andre's wife and child were out, Andre would be their close guard. "Distract Andre."
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At the Cedillo Residence.
"Little Baldy" was home.
The moment he arrived, the little guy instantly became the center of attention, everyone eager to touch his shiny bald head, to hold him. Naomi, not used to the sight at first, held her precious baby, unable to let go, "Henry, let your great-aunt see our little baldy. He's adorable." Bruce's eyes crinkled with laughter, his warm hands gently caressed the little guy's bald head. "Uncle's gonna give my little monk a big hug."
Nestled in the arms of his family, the little guy's face turned a shade of red as he adorably babbled and fussed. It seemed everyone was drawn to his bald head, even though he wasn't keen on having it touched. The child, still too young to speak, could only utter cute noises of protest.
Hansen, holding his grandson, touched the little one's head and then his own, laughing joyously, "Looks like I'm not the one with the least hair in the family anymore, it's you. How about you sleep with grandpa tonight?" Hansen found a new joy in his grandson, even more so now that he wasn't the only one with a lack of hair.
Leo scooped up the little fella, who was brewing a temper tantrum. He and Anya held the baby together, admiring him. "Mia, you gotta admit, the bald look is pretty cute on him." Leo was quite pleased with the baby's hairstyle.
Mia joked, "How about you get a bald cut too?"
Anya glanced at Chad's thick head of hair and imagined Leo bald. Without waiting for Leo to decide, she shuddered and shook her head, "No, Chad looks good just the way he is."
Leo looked at the young girl beside him and then asked Mia, "When are we taking pictures? I'll bring Anya along to check it out."