My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 362

While they were on their way, Elliot and his men would continuously tune into the information and directions given by the bodyguards who were tracking Anastasia and her kidnappers. Right now. all Elliot could do was pray for her safe return. The thought of what those kidnappers might do to her while she lay helpless in the car brought an ominous gleam to his eyes, and he wanted ‘nothing more than to catch up to that van and kill those kidnappers with his bare hands.

Even though they were accelerating at full speed, he still felt like they were going too slow for comfort. If Riley so much as touched a single hair on Anastasia’s head, he vowed that he would blast them all to kingdom come.

Presently, Anastasia was slowly coming to her senses as she lay on the ground in an abandoned house somewhere. A sack had been pulled over her head, and she could see nothing but darkness, though she did pick up the sounds of footsteps and people talking around her.

She struggled to break free of her restraints as she let out muffled cries. “Mmph!”

“Stop struggling. Miss Tillman. There’s no way you’re getting out of here alive,” said a weathered male voice.

For some reason, she found the voice extremely familiar, but she couldn’t match a face to it.

by my hands,” drawled a cold

My mother? Why did this man bring up my mother all of a sudden? Who is he? Judging by his words, he could very well have been my mother’s killer all those years ago. Who is he? Who the hell is

headspace, but just as panic and adrenaline filled her, the man .

was mock sympathy

heard this, her fear was intermingled with curiosity. She

other than Old

and moved around after hearing this, indicating

man elaborated icily and acerbically, “Old Madam Presgrave personally called up the mayor and told him that if he did not save her grandson and left him for dead, she would cripple the entire stock market. Given Presgrave Corporations power, she could have easily crippled the

who were sent out on the rescue mission. As far as Old Madam Presgrave was concerned, her grandson’s life was

Harriet’s fear of losing her grandson, but

duty. She could have been spared, but she dashed out to shield the little boy and took the stabbing in his place. She was determined to protect him even though she had taken thirteen stabs to the back and practically bled to death. She sacrificed herself for the little young master, all because of one phone call