Flash held the computer, watching as the data he’d hacked into on the screen was continuously being restored. His eyes widened in shock. What’s going on? Which big shot out there is going against him? Really skilled, the data recovery is so fast! Flash squeezed his fingers, thinking he absolutely couldn’t let the other party restore the data. The video inside showed the kidnapping of Timmy Monroe at the kindergarten by Wind. If Wind is exposed, the other party will trace it back to the boss. If Leon Keane traced it back to the boss, Flash broke into a sweat, his face showing fear. Leon was not someone to mess with, especially since Leon had given the boss a large sum of money earlier. If the boss had just captured one person, that money was basically free! Timmy Monroe was brought in front of Richie. "Boss, I brought the person." Richie, wearing a mask, gazed at Timmy with his dark eyes, slightly raising his brow. This kid is interesting, not only unafraid but calmly and politely calling him "Boss uncle." Richie reached out and touched Timmy’s delicate little face, "Not afraid of me?" Normally kids in this situation would be scared and cry loudly, right? "Afraid." Timmy blinked. "But does being afraid help?" The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Richie was taken aback, then laughed, looking at Timmy with interest. This kid, like his mommy, brings surprises and unexpectedness! "Well said, smart kid. Do you have anything you want to say to me?" A kid, in fear, able to suppress it and calmly call him uncle, must have plans to save himself. Richie wanted to see how this child would try to save himself. Timmy nodded, his young voice saying, "Boss uncle, you’re after money. I’ll ask my mommy to give you money, don’t hurt me, okay?" "When mommy gave birth to me, she almost died. After I was born, she took care of me alone abroad, not only working to earn money but also looking after me as a child. She has it really tough, I don’t want her to be sad." The little boy finished speaking and lowered his head. His previously clear eyes were now clouded. Richie, for some reason, upon seeing the boy’s expression, suddenly thought of Ivana Monroe, a woman who seemed to have pierced something in his heart. Ignoring these inappropriate feelings, he shook his head and spoke to Timmy. "Your mom does have it hard, but she isn’t single anymore. She has Leon Keane now. If Leon can’t protect your mom, what use is he? Maybe you should consider your mom swapping for a new daddy." After saying that, Richie felt something was off; why was he telling the kid to change daddies? He didn’t want to be the kid’s daddy. Richie frowned. Since when did he become interested in meddling in other people’s business? Shook his head again. Has he been sick lately? His heart doesn’t seem as healthy as before and even cramps. "I don’t want to change daddies. Daddy’s good to mommy." Timmy suddenly lifted his head, glaring at Richie with clear anger. Oh dear, he just casually said something, and this kid is already so protective of Leon, even daring to glare at him. What’s so great about Leon? Richie looked at Timmy’s handsome angry face and suddenly thought that the child’s features seemed carved from the same mold as Leon’s. Could Timmy be Leon’s...? Biological son, the three words suddenly popped into Richie’s mind. Guessing the answer, Richie’s mood took a downturn, though he didn’t know why. He just felt annoyed. "Hungry? What do you want for dinner?" Richie changed the subject. Timmy seemed to have difficulty understanding Richie and, after three seconds, said, "Beef fried rice." Richie nodded, and said to Wind, who was standing dumbfounded, "Make him a glass of fresh orange juice, I’ll go buy beef for fried rice." Did he hear wrong? Boss said he was going to buy beef and make fried rice? Indeed, Boss’s fried rice smelled delicious, but Boss never cooks for others. Not even Wind has tasted it, yet Boss was willing to cook for Timmy? Wind suddenly thought of Ivana Monroe... why does it smell like love? Has Boss really fallen for Ivana? "Uncle, why are you laughing?" Timmy looked up at Wind, puzzled. "Nothing." Wind raised his lips high, touching Timmy’s little head. "Timmy, don’t worry, I think Boss won’t harm you or your mommy." "Really? Uncle, why do you say that?" the little boy asked. "Well... Uncle can’t tell you that now." Of course, Wind couldn’t tell Timmy their boss was smitten with his mommy. Ivana Monroe heard Leon Keane say both kids had gone to the Kane family’s old residence, she frowned, unsure why she felt uneasy. Especially after encountering Richie at the supermarket, Ivana’s heart felt restless. "Leon, I want to call the kids." She needed to confirm whether Ian and Timmy were at the Kane family’s old residence. She feared something might happen, and that Leon was keeping something from her to avoid worrying her. Leon’s expression was as usual, even taking out his phone naturally. This made Ivana feel somewhat reassured. "Call Ian or Timmy?" Leon asked. "Either one is fine." The two kids are together, so calling either can get the other to answer, Ivana thought. Leon called Timmy Monroe’s number; the action was meant to reassure Ivana. As for Ian, since Ian had called him after work, Leon felt more at ease. Ivana, seated to Leon’s left, saw him dialing Timmy’s number and glanced at Leon’s handsome face, warmth flowing through her heart. Leon always considered her feelings, which touched her deeply. Ivana’s heart tightened again. Leon frowned, seeing Ivana’s worried expression. He dialed again, holding Ivana’s small hand, his magnetic voice calming, "Don’t worry, maybe Timmy didn’t hear; I’ll call a few more times, he’ll answer." "Mm." Feeling the warmth from his palm, Ivana nodded. The call was connected. "Timmy, why didn’t you answer earlier?" Leon spoke, activating the speakerphone. Timmy’s young voice came through the phone. "Is Mommy beside you?" "I’m here, Timmy, where are you now?" Ivana didn’t directly ask "Are you at the Kane family’s old residence?" but instead asked "Where are you now?". For some reason, hearing Timmy’s voice accelerated her heartbeat, like a bad forewarning.