Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 122 - : Kane’s Identity Was Revealed

The bodyguards quickly approached Steve, yanking Steve to his feet and dragging him toward the door.

Steve was so terrified that he planted his plump body on the ground, refusing to move. He grabbed the door frame with one hand, clinging for support. The force of the slamming door nearly knocked him over.

"Mr. Wright, I swear! I've told you everything I know! That's the truth! I'm not lying!" he begged desperately.

Ashton didn't even glance at him. The bodyguards kept dragging him over.

At this hour, the nightclub was empty. Steve's panicked wails echoed down the silent hallways.

When he saw the bodyguards pulling him toward the elevator, his last bit of resistance crumbled.

"Kate... Kate fell off the cliff!" he blurted out. "I swear I had nothing to do with it! The rope wasn't secure enough, and she fell!"

"You're saying Kate Bently is dead?" Ashton asked, narrowing his eyes as he studied Steve's face.

"She was hanging on the high cliff earlier when I did that prank! Then, she fell down. I doubt she survived!" Steve insisted. "It's not that I didn't want to save her, but I can't swim, and the cliff was too steep... Even if she were Helen of Troy, there was nothing I could've done, right?" He felt pleased with his quick thinking and kept up the act with a straight face.

Ashton's expression remained unreadable. Then, he gave the order. "Send him to the police station."

"What?! Mr. Wright, I told you everything I know! Why are you sending me to the police? Look at me—I'm already a mess! Please, let me go!" Steve wailed, dropping to his knees and sobbing.

But Ashton wasn't moved.

"Mr. Wilson wants to see her if she's alive. If she's dead, he wants to see the body. Once you're at the station, the police will do everything they can to recover her. As for you, you know exactly what to say and what to keep to yourself. Understood?"

"I..." Steve wanted to protest, but the moment he saw Ashton's cold, unyielding stare, fear stole his voice.

"You interfered with someone Mr. Wilson wants to find. You have two choices—stay silent forever or go to the police and keep your miserable life. Decide, Mr. Walter."

"N-no! I don't want to die!" Steve panicked. "I won't say anything I shouldn't! Just take me to the police!"

At that moment, his choice was clear. He scrambled to his feet and let the bodyguards drag him away to the station.

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At Western Hill Villa, Chantelle stepped out of the bathroom and saw Kane's messages flashing on her phone. She opened the chat and scrolled through.

Most of them were his usual complaints. She was about to ignore them when one message caught her eye.

Daniel had found out Kane's name?

A surge of anxiety hit her. She quickly messaged Kane. "Kane, does Daniel know who you really are?"

Kane responded right away. "No way! Daddy just thinks 'Kane' is my nickname. Don't worry, Mommy!"

A moment later, another message popped up. "Oh, right! I gave Daddy your Instagram. He wants to add you!"

Chantelle quickly typed back, "What? Okay, what did he bribe you with?"

Kane hurriedly replied, "No, no! That's not it! How could I ever betray you, Mommy? I'd never do that!"

Chantelle wasn't convinced. "Are you absolutely sure?"

Kane responded right away. "Relax, Mommy! Daddy just insisted on giving me pocket money, that's all. He said since I finally found you again, he wanted me to treat you to a really nice meal. He gave me 3 million dollars, Mommy! So... I reluctantly accepted it."

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Chantelle's heart skipped a beat. She quickly typed: "Does Daniel know you're my son?"

Kane replied: "Yep! Daddy's pretty smart. I think he saw how well we get along and figured it out on his own!"

Chantelle quickly typed back: "So you used your Golden Child account to accept the money, and the name on it just happened to be Kane Bently?"

Kane froze, completely thrown off. It took him a moment before he finally responded: "Mommy... do you think I've been found out?"

Chantelle stared at the screen, then simply replied: "..."

She rubbed her forehead in frustration. That wretched man! Daniel was too sharp for his own good. But using his intelligence to outsmart a five-year-old? That was just unfair!

Chantelle closed the chat, her mind in chaos. Daniel hadn't even let her take one son with her. If he found out she had been pregnant with triplets, it would be a disaster. He would definitely try to take all three children.

Panic set in. She quickly messaged Kane, asking where he was so she could bring him home. But minutes passed with no reply. Anxiety crept in. That little brat usually responded right away.

She decided to go find him herself. Just as she got into the car, her phone chimed with a notification.

At first, she thought Kane had finally replied. But when she checked, it was a friend request.

A gleam of disappointment passed through her eyes as she opened Instagram. Then she froze and quickly sucked in a sharp breath.

Daniel.

He had sent a request under his real name.

Ignoring it, she started the car. But the notification sounded again. Another request from Daniel but this time with a message attached.

"Let me add you to my friend list, then I'll tell you where he is."

The moment Chantelle saw the message, she shut off the engine. She sat there, gripped her phone and her heart pounded heavily. So that was why Kane hadn't answered—his father was practically holding him hostage!

She hesitated but finally accepted Daniel's friend request.

Almost immediately, a new message appeared.

It was a set of GPS coordinates—for Creek Montessori School.

Chantelle blinked twice, stunned. She had expected Daniel to come straight for her, demanding answers after knowing the truth. Instead, he had sent her the location of a school.

What was going on? Had he actually sent that little rascal Kane to kindergarten?

Chantelle's mind buzzed with questions, but she pushed them aside and drove straight to the location Daniel had sent her.

Meanwhile, at Creek Montessori School, Kane sipped on a bottle of chocolate milk, strolling beside Daniel.

"Daddy, I already know everything they teach in kindergarten. Do I really have to go?" He pouted, trying to change his father's mind.