Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 30 Found Those Thugs

Thanks to Zachary’s presence, none of the Andersons dared to square up, and they could only watch as the two departed.

After walking out of the door, Zachary withdrew the hostility on his face and lowered his eyes to look at the exhausted Nicole beside him. Worried, he asked, “We could really get to the bottom of this if we continue looking into it. Are you really dropping it?” In fact, with F&M Apparel’s influence, investigating the matter would hardly break a sweat.

With her eyes slightly closed, Nicole heaved a sigh and shook her head as she looked at her son, who was sleeping in Zachary’s arms. “Hayden’s safety is all that matters.” After a moment of pause, she opened her eyes that were filled with iciness. “But if there’s a next time, I’ll surely give them hell!”

As of now, she was no longer a softie, and she let the Andersons off solely out of gratitude for William’s guardianship in the past. Her bottom line was rather simple, and that was no one could lay a finger on her son, Hayden.

He then revealed a light smile and

and saw it was a call from Colton. With that, she answered the call and heard Colton’s

pleasant, the man spent the entire night and day searching for her son, so she subconsciously felt indebted to him. Despite knowing for a fact that the masterminds were the Andersons, she thought it was best to clear things up, to which she replied, “Okay. Send me the address and I’ll head there

quizzed, “Hayden is tired. And my house isn’t quite home right now. Can you please bring him to your place, President

at the side, unhesitantly agreed. “Sure, I’ll bring him back. Give me a call when you need a ride

rejecting his offer, she blurted,

were going to work. The fact that they were in the bustling city center didn’t help either. After getting stuck in unmoving traffic for half an hour,

that upon entering the doors, a gentleman, donning a brown suit and gold-framed glasses, came to her. “Good morning, Miss Lisa. I’m President Gardner’s assistant, Tony Larson. I’ve been instructed to await your arrival. Please follow me upstairs.” Tony put on a light smile that was sufficiently appropriate, neither distant

and responded with a beam. “Thank you.” Accordingly, she followed Tony into an elevator exclusive to the company president. Little did she know, after the elevator doors shut,