Husband you've abandoned me. Fine, I'll focus on raising my son-Chapter 237: The old home
ANTHOY’S POV
As I looked out the window, I could tell we weren’t in Yorkshire city anymore. They were taking us to another city. After several hours, I wondered why. Was this to make it harder for Mum to find me?
The ride was quiet. I couldn’t talk to Marco with all these bodyguards in the car.
It was late in the afternoon, as the sun was about to set, when the van finally passed a large sign on the side of the road that was written ’Welcome to the city of Vermont.’ We were going to another city.
After several minutes, the car turned onto the street of a neighbourhood of mansions and then turned at a gate. The double gates opened after several moments, and the van went inside.
The van parked in the courtyard in front of the entrance to this new house. It was very similar to the last mansion, but maybe a little bit smaller.
The maid who had been sitting beside us then turned to us and told us to get out.
My eyes were focused on the mansion, taking it in as we got out.
"I wonder where we are?" I said to Marco.
"We’re at my old house," he told me as he came and stood beside me.
Old house? I thought to myself.
"This is the place I grew up," he told me. "My mum and I came here to see my dad a lot."
My eyes widened in surprise. So this was where Marco lived before he and his mother came to my mother and me.
Looks like Marco moved around a lot, and his father had more than one house. The maid who had sat with us in the car then told us to enter the house.
The second van then arrived at the mansion and parked beside the van we had come in. The doors were opened by some of the bodyguards and they took out the unconscious ginger haired woman.
Her name was Lucinda, from what I had heard Marco call her. She led us into the house and then took us to a room on the first floor where there were two beds in the room. Similar to our room in the old house.
There were a few F1 posters on the walls that were painted in dark blue. The room looked...more used than the room we stayed in at the old house.
"They already have a room ready for us," I said to Marco.
"It’s actually my old room," Marco explained.
"Oh," I replied.
For the rest of the evening, we had dinner and then were made to go to bed by the bodyguards. My uncle didn’t come to the mansion that day.
"Do you know where your dad is?" I asked Marco before we got into our beds.
"No," he responded as he shook his head.
The following day, Marco had us do the same routine we did at the old mansion. Sleep. Play. Eat.
I felt I had gotten used to the other mansion, and now I had to get used to this new one. Marco and I moved around the mansion, but couldn’t go to the section we had seen that ginger-haired lady had been taken to.
It was around 2 days later when my uncle finally arrived at the house. He came into the room whilst Marco and I were watching TV in a living room.
His cold terrifying golden eyes glanced from Marco to me he then stood in front of the TV blocking our view. "You boys like the new place?" he asked us.
Remembering what happened last time I didn’t respond. "Yes," I said at the same as Marco.
"Good, I see you’ve learned how to respond." my uncle said to me and I glared at him angrily. "Anyway this is where you’ll be staying from now on."
"Why did you move us here?" I asked him.
"Because I can," he said then turned away from us and looked like he was about to leave the room.
"My mum will find me even if you change
"Ah...just when I thought you were behaving," he said to me. "Grab the boy," he then said.
One of the bodyguards then came to me and picked me up.
My eyes widened and I began to scream out. "Let me go!"
"I’ll have to teach you a lesson and make sure you’re camera ready for your father."
JASMINE’S POV
As we looked at the paperwork laid out on Keith’s desk I contemplated for a moment.
Whilst you were speaking with my mother," Keith started and I glared at him. "I received an update form the police station about how the police interrogation of the man
"Police have interrogated but the bank employee claims they were paid a large sum of money by an unknown person, in cash. So they cannot trace the payment.
They are currently trying to find out who the person is.
I scoffed. "why am I not surprised?" I said in frustration.
I knew this person was smart and covered up their tracks well but it was frustrating. Every time we learned something new it wasn’t long before something blocked us from going further. So it was just another mystery to add to the bigger mystery.
So annoying.
With each new day we were adding a new piece of the puzzle. I wanted to believe it would eventually it would all come together. All the documents were laid out on his desk, the bank account, Kensington, Diana, the accounting drafts. Each of which Keith had an open case file for and was gathering as many details as possible.
"If this person has been hatching this plan since you broke with Diana were preparing to marry me, are you sure no one comes to mind that would do something like this?" I asked him once more. He had told me he had no idea but i just wanted to be sure.
Not that I am aware of. I mean I wasn’t even chairman 10 years ago I was 21 focused on following my fathers orders," Keith ordered me.
I went through the records of the employees once more. Checking how long they had been working for the Acland group.
About 17 of the nearly 30 employees had been at the company for the last 10 years.
"I either didn’t talk to these people or didn’t know them at all 1o years ago," Keith further explained.
"So, it’s something that started with your father?" I asked him.
"Perhaps," Keith considered.
My hand came to my chin as I contemplated. This was certainly something to add to our investigation. Perhaps it wasn’t the target exactly. I had been considering it was someone who hated him.
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On monday morning I went to the office with Keith and, as had become our routine worked in his office.
We had now gone through 3 years worth of financial records this but still hadn’t found anything. There was still so much to go through so we couldn’t get discouraged yet.
We still hadn’t received any communication from Tony’s kidnapper on what they wanted so there was that to worry about as well.
I went through the next set of folders and took some more Keith’s estate when it came time for us to clock out.
On the following day on Tuesday when I returned to the office the routine was the same.
I worked with Keith in the morning as usual. At lunch we went to the cafeteria and as usual I forced myself to eat.
When we were done, Keith left to talk to one of managers.
"Take her back to the office," he instructed the three bodyguards that were with us to take me. The other two were already at the office .
From the cafeteria the bodyguards and I went to the elevator and entered upon its arrival.
I was getting so tired of this non-stop surveillance. Everywhere I went I was watched like a hawk. I couldn’t even take a shit in piece without the bodyguards following me into the bathroom.
As I waited to arrive at the top, which was 10 floors.
At almost every floor to the top, every door open and the elevator slowly began to fill up. I mean lunch hour had just ended so employees were moving around both getting back to the office or finishing off errands they started before lunch. The bodyguards kept close to me with the
The elevators opened again and an employee carrying dozens of folders on a metal cart-like contraption. As he entered the elevator, he forced the people in the elevator to move aside.
"Sorry," he apologized to everyone in the elevator.
Two of the three bodyguards got separated from me by the sudden shift to give space to the cart. One, however, managed to stay beside me.
The elevator stopped again, and the door opened.
Then it suddenly appeared. An opening.
My heart began racing as my eyes focused on the open elevator doors. I stayed extremely still with the sole bodyguard who was beside me. The elevator then chimed, indicating that the doors were about to close.
