The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1064 Where Do You Want to Take My Son?



Chapter 1064 Where Do You Want to Take My Son?

A few minutes later, Bryleigh was led into the CEO's office by his assistant. She was wearing a deep

green ultra-short pencil skirt that showed off her hot figure and long legs. Her makeup was exquisite,

and she had obviously dressed up carefully before coming.

"Why do you have that expression? Did you just get angry? Who made you angry again? Sheldon

Alford?"

Anthony didn't give her a good look. "If you only want to say meaningless nonsense, get out

immediately."

"Why are you so fierce? At least I helped you a lot two days ago and even acted as your comrade-in-

arms."

Anthony gave her a cold glance.

Bryleigh raised both hands in surrender. "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll talk about

business."

"Anthony, two weeks ago, I brought gifts to visit Alistair at the kindergarten and met another woman

there who I thought was your sister but turned out to be his aunt according to Alistair himself. After

tracking for half a month, I discovered an incredible secret about that woman. Do you want to know?"

Anthony frowned slightly with his deep eyes narrowed down, "What's the condition?"

Bryleigh elegantly tucked back her hair, "It's simple: marry me."

The man behind the desk chuckled coldly, "I can investigate everything related to your family so you

cannot hide it from me. Likewise, I can also investigate that woman's identity but marrying you is

impossible."

"Yes, you'll know it sooner or later, and you will find out the truth, but investigation takes time. I heard

Alistair has disappeared. Don't you worry he might be kidnapped? What if you miss him forever?"

Bryleigh said calmly.

Anthony glared at her with low pressure filling up between them.

...

Suham Airport.

Alistair sat in the most secluded corner of the waiting room swinging his little legs leisurely while

holding onto soft cream pineapple buns on his hand.

As soon as he took a bite, the little guy's chubby cheeks bulged up like balloons.

Especially those watery blue eyes made him pretty without any killing power, and he even exuded

some childish milk fragrance scent.

Mavis sat next to him fully armed with masks and hats, gazing at their son with tender love filling up in

her eyes.

"Mommy~how much longer do we have until boarding?"

Mavis felt anxious too and didn't understand why they were still waiting when normally they would

board half an hour earlier. If there were any flight delays, the airport would inform them beforehand.

However, today not only did they not receive any notification of flight delay, but also exceeded half an

hour of boarding time already!

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As long as she hadn't leave the land of Crana, Mavis was always nervous.

However, there were not many people in the VIP waiting room of the whole airport. It was very quiet,

but it was like the calm before the storm.

"Good boy, put on your hat first, and finish the bread as soon as possible, okay?"

In order to avoid being seen by others, Mavis put a hat on Alistair himself, and planned to put a mask

on her son as soon as he finished eating.

"Mommy, which country are we going to this time? Is it fun over there?"

"It's Bostrain. When we get there, you can do whatever you want. Then I will find a way to help you

open a fake account and go to elementary school there."

"Okay!"

He blinked cutely, very cute.

However, within two minutes, there was a sudden noise outside the VIP waiting room.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of airport security personnel poured into the waiting room and

surrounded it.

This was a bit scary.

The unknown VIP passengers were all in a daze.

Mavis was also confused.

The flight attendant went to the front and explained, "I'm sorry, there are some special circumstances at

the airport. At present, all flights are delayed. All passengers, please do not leave the airport. The time

loss caused to passengers will be fully borne by the airport."

The airport was closed.

Mavis had a very ominous premonition.

Even Alistair felt it. He stopped eating the buttered bread, pulled Mavis's arm and whispered, "Mommy,

it seems... It seems that Daddy is here."

Mavis didn't know what to say.

Her heart beat fast and she didn't know why.

Mavis' fingertips trembled slightly, and she couldn't stay here peacefully at all. She carried the suitcase

in one hand and pulled up her son in the other, as if she was about to walk in the direction of the safe

passage.

"Where do you think you're taking my son?"

Behind her, the man's deep and magnetic voice was a little hoarse, but also tinged with an elusive

depth.

The familiar voice made Mavis stop, her back froze, and the blood seemed to flow backwards, making

her fingertips turn pale.

Five years.

After all, she still can't escape. They had to meet each other.

She didn't look back and didn't speak.

Alistair was also cowardly.

Because he saw that Anthony's face was so dark, as if he was going to get angry at any time, he was

so scared that Alistair only dared to hide beside Mavis, hoping that Anthony would not see him.

"Alistair, come here."

Alistair shook his head crazily, and with the presence of Mavis, he boldly said, "I won't go with you. I

hate you, and I'm willing to go with Mommy, so it's not Mommy abducting me."

Anthony frowned with a cold face and his breath was constricted, "Alistair."

"Hmm... you're fierce."

As soon as Anthony yelled his name, the little boy trembled.

Mavis guarded her son tightly, took a deep breath, and took off her mask and hat. With her long curly

blond hair fell down, she slowly turned to look at Anthony.

The man was meticulously dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and he was still handsome. With his

overhanging height and slightly squinted blue eyes, he always seemed like a superior looking down on

the other's insignificance.

The moment they looked at each other, Mavis saw that his brows were frowned even tighter, the

corners of his eyes were red like blood, and his cold and horrified aura was more like he was going to

eat her, the kind that he swallowed her alive.

She immediately turned her eyes away, adjusted her slightly disordered breathing, and said

indifferently, "Since you have come, let's talk about Alistair's future upbringing."

Anthony pursed his thin lips tightly, without saying a word, just staring at her.

It seemed as if he wanted to stare at her until she felt ashamed.

Mavis was indeed stared at by him a little unnaturally, "Mr. Callahan, Alistair was not born by you, let

alone by you alone. I think the problem of raising ..."

"You gave birth to him alone? How did you give birth?"

Taking a few steps forward with long legs, Anthony grabbed her wrist, pulled her towards him, and

asked with red eyes, "Since you gave birth to him, why did you disappear for five years?"

At the first reunion in five years, he was still as strong as ever. Nothing had changed.

Mavis followed with red eyes, "If I had a better choice back then, I would have taken him and left with

me, so that you will always, forever... Ahh!"

The man's palm was strong, and when he squeezed it suddenly, Mavis felt that the bones of her hand

were about to be crushed.

Alistair saw Mavis's painful expression, and quickly helped Anthony push, "Daddy, you are hurting

Mommy! Let go!"

Anthony's face was expressionless, the veins in the arm clutching Mavis bulged, and the other hand

hidden in the cuff was trembling faintly.

He ignored his son's accusation, and only the silhouette of Mavis was in his eyes, "You can talk about

parenting if you want, but before that, let's talk about the issues between us."

He pulled Mavis and walked out, always so strong that he didn't give any chance for her to refuse.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Alistair tried to catch up but was stopped by bodyguards.

Anthony looked back halfway, and ordered in a cold voice, "Take care of Mr. Alistair."


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