Matteo gave the guards an annoyed look.“I got it. You can leave now.” “Huh? Leave? But...” “Do you want me to call Daddy?” Matteo askedhaughtily. The guards immediately shut up and exchanged panicked looks before. To Matteo'ssurprise, they actually left the room. This stuck-up lan guy is awesome! He's so powerful! Matteosmugly walked around the suite.He was oblivious to the fact that the guards had only followed his orders because they knew theyhave to deal with Sebastian as well as Frederick if they annoyed Ian. This isn't a joke! Our jobs are onthe line here! The kid has not one, but two secret weapons at his disposal! Running away is the onlyoption we have! Matteo quickly lost interest in the fancy penthouse suite. He ran around in searchof his mother. “Mommy?” “Who is it?"Fortunately for him, he heard his mother's voice as soon as he called out to her. Elated, he ran asfast as his short legs could take him towards the source. “Mommy? What happened?” “Ah! Matt,why are you here? How did you replace this place? Did anyone else see you? You must leave right now,it's too dangerous for you here!”Sasha, who had been hiding behind a sofa, instantly jumped up at the sound of her son's voice,hastily wiping away her teary eyes. Matteo’s small face darkened as soon as he realized she hadbeen crying. “Mommy, who bullied you? Is it that big meanie?” She shook her head, drying her wetcheeks before taking his hand in hers. “No, Matt. I'm fine.How did you get here? Did you come here to save me? Then let's leave quickly.” But Matteo wasalready angered. That meanie dared to bully Mommy? He was never going to forgive him. WhenMatteo set his mind to protecting someone he loved, he would let nothing get in his way. Thefurious five-year-old scanned his environment, then walked over to the coffee table and picked up apen and paper. “Matt, what are you doing?” Sasha asked, concerned.“Nothing. Just leaving a message for the meanie.” His tiny hand gripped the pen and swiftly wrote asimple message in French: You're dead! “Matt!” gasped Sasha. ... Sebastian was with another doctor.He had been losing sleep for a week now. His insomnia worsened last night when he found out thatSasha was alive.He couldn’t go on like this. However, this doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong with himeither. “Mr. Hayes, I apologize for being blunt, but something psychological might cause yourillness. Now that your condition has worsened, prescribing Diazepam would be pointless effective.Why don’t you see a psychologist?”"A psychologist?” Sebastian's bloodshot, tired eyes narrowed as he knit his eyebrows together,clearly against the idea. The doctor could only sigh and keep silent. No one handled the diagnosisof mental illness well because no one wanted to admit that there was something psychologicallywrong with themselves, especially if it was affecting them physically too. In the end, the doctorcould only prescribe a heavier dose of Diazepam. Sebastian collected his medicine and was about toleave when he received a call from the hotel.“Mr. Hayes! Your ex... The woman has escaped!” “What? Escaped?” “Yes, and we found a noteinside.” On the other end of the call, Luke took a picture of the note with shaking hands and sent itto his boss. A vein in the corner of Sebastian's forehead popped as soon as he read the note. “Thatb*tch has a death wish! Did you replace out who did this? What are you still standing around for? Areyou waiting for me to come back and give you a participation award?”“N-No, sir... We've checked, but someone wiped the security camera footage from the suite. Whenwe asked the guards, they said no one except lan went in!” “F*ck!” Sebastian heard a strange ringingin his ears as he grew dizzy, the world swaying under his feet. Unfortunately, that wasn't all the badnews Luke had for him.“Mr. Hayes, someone has also dug up the security camera footage from this morning when we wentto Mr. Jackson's office and kidnapped your ex... I mean, that woman, and posted it on the internet. Itwent viral.Now everyone is trying to replace out who you are. They want the authorities to take action.” “Trying toreplace out” was an understatement. It was a witch hunt. People from all over the world were trying todestroy one of the world's few overlords of business. There was a sudden flash of pain in his head,quickly followed by another. The phone slipped out of his hands as he collapsed face-first onto thefloor. “Mr. Hayes? Mr. Hayes!”
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