Chapter 92
Brad wasn’t satisfied with his response. He slowly squatted down as his gaze met Sean’s. His attractive
eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised a hand to grip Sean’s shoulder.
“You sound so reluctant.” Brad said. His voice wasn’t loud, and it was somewhat low. But it carried an
unmistakable sense of pressure.
Facing this man, Sean wasn’t afraid at all. He shook his little head and shrugged off Brad’s hand as he proudly said, “That’s because you’re wrong. You have a mistress outside, and Mommy doesn’t want to be
with you anymore. How is that her fault?
“You won’t let her be free, you look down on her job, and now you’re using me to threaten her. You’re just
evil. I will never like you again.” With that, he quickly ran off. He returned to the room he had been earlier and slammed the door shut.
Brad stood up and looked at the closed door. His brows furrowed. What was that attitude? There was no doubt that he was Nadine’s son. Sean was just as rebellious as she was.
Just as he was about to leave, a bodyguard approached. The bodyguard lowered his head as he respectfully said, “Mr. Hamilton, Sean hasn’t eaten anything for ten hours. A growing child can’t be left starving.”
Brad looked up coldly at the bodyguard and said, “Let him eat if he wants. If he doesn’t, then let him starve.”
Sean was such a young child, but he was already so rebellious. He was exactly like troublesome Nadine.
Brad’s tone was so stern that the bodyguard lowered his head further, not daring to say another word.
Finally, peace and quiet. Brad massaged his aching head, grabbed the car keys, and tossed them to the bodyguard next to him. “Take me to Phoenix Villa.” Nadine must’ve been ill at ease now with Sean missing.
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