Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant
Chapter 237 Hostage Situation

Chapter 237: Chapter 237 Hostage Situation

In a coffee shop ten minutes’ drive away from Adler Group, the two men sat across from each other.

As instructed, Eric stood by the counter, ordering for them.

"Have you gone berserk?" was Jett’s first sentence to him.

Serbian chuckled and glanced around the shop, his eyes glistening in fascination.

"I never knew there was a place like this nearby, and I’ve been here quite a lot. They probably opened up recently, don’t you think?"

Jett thinned his lips, watching Serbian’s careless movements as he reached for his glass of water after looking away for several seconds.

Serbian caught him looking, locked eyes wiht him and downed the entire thing in one gulp.

Placing it back on the table, he shrugged, "Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of being poisoned. Not only is it beneath you, you’re the kind of person who’d want the whole world to know you did something. You’re just like me."

"Besides, it’d be a turn-off for Kelsie if you ended up killing a man. Especially her very good friend."

Jett almost scoffed.

She had seen him do worse and still chose to be with him. But he wasn’t going to tell this scoundrel that.

Tugging his tie gently, he exhaled impatiently. "What do you plan to do with the kidnapped scientists?"

Serbian’s smile deepened.

"Guess what? They were never kidnapped. I just wanted to talk to you. And knowing how snobbish you can be, I decided to test whether the slight murmuring I’ve heard from some people was true."

Jett’s pupils dilated.

Serbian noticed and laughed.

"What? You seriously didn’t think no one outside your family knew about this condition of yours, did you?"

Jett didn’t responded and Serbian laughed louder.

As numerous eyes turned toward him because of the noise, he quickly stopped laughing and leaned toward the table, almost whispering as he sneered, "Poor you. Yes, you’re good-looking and rich, but why do you think so many families have been trying to ship their daughters off to you?"

"I’ll answer that for you. It’s because they’ve heard you go blind from time to time. And with something like that, it’s only a matter of time before you go completely blind."

"Whoever ends up as your partner will benefit a lot, because they’ll definitely have to stand in for you once that happens."

Eric arrived at their table at that moment, his brows knitting into a small frown at the suddenly silent table.

While waiting for the coffee, he kept looking over his shoulder at the men. And he knew, without a doubt, that he saw Serbian Howard smiling brightly.

He had even heard his mocking laughter from the counter. Now, all of a sudden neither of them was saying a word.

While one smiled like he just received the best news ever, the other was frowning so hard wrinkles were beginning to form around his eyes.

"Get me a jar of water, Eric."

He snapped out of his thoughts when someone gave him the order. Looking down, he saw Serbian staring up at him.

His eyes and face were stern, but one side of his face wouldn’t stop drawing back into a gloating smirk.

Jett said nothing. So left with no choice, he turned and walked away, slowly enough to eavesdrop on their conversation. But neither of them spoke again until he was out of earshot.

"Don’t get me wrong. I’m not shaming you for your disability. But the eye drops can only take you so far. Retiring now and stepping out of the public eye would actually be the best move—even at your age."

Jett placed both hands on his thighs and gently pushed the chair backward, getting to his feet.

"You’ve said a lot, Mr. Howard. But I still don’t understand what exactly you’re doing here. If this is about Kelsie Sutton, you should know better than to interfere. We’re together."

"You lost to me. Deal with it and don’t throw tantrums like this again just to get my attention, because I won’t be responding."

Serbian’s smile broadened, but his grip on the coffee cup tightened considerably.

Lifting it to his lips, he took a small sip and smacked his lips tiredly, "When was the last time you actually had any fun? Before you answer that. I’m putting together a soccer team and I’ve already found 9 people. What do you say about being the last important piece of the puzzle?"

"No." His words had just fallen when Jett refused flatly and began strutting away.

Eric, who was on his way back to the table with the glass of water, simply turned to drop it on a different table and followed after Jett.

Serbian watched them get into their car and drive off. Then he changed seats, taking Jett’s.

He scanned the table with his eyes, lowering his face toward it to peer closely. After a while, he reached into his pocket for a black powder and a piece of tape.

He sprinkled the latent print powder over the table until he found what he was looking for—Jett’s fingerprints from when he placed both hands on the table.

Then he tore out a piece of lifting tape, pressed it against the prints, and transferred them onto a lift card.

Without wasting any more time, he got up and left the coffee shop.

Meanwhile, inside Jett’s car, he glanced at the rearview mirror and caught Eric’s inquisitive gaze.

When Eric realized he’d been caught looking, he quickly looked away.

"Meet with the scientists in a few minutes and make sure they’re fine."

Eric’s brows furrowed. "I already supplied more security guards for them like you asked last time. If anything was wrong, they’d be the first to notice."

Jett placed a hand on the door, brushing his fingers over the short stubble on his chin as he looked thoughtfully out the window.

"Send more security. And add extra surveillance cameras around them. I hate to admit it, but Serbian Howard is a brilliant hacker."

"If not countered properly, whatever he’s plotting could be far more disastrous than he’s letting on."

Realizing the warning was tied to the strange meeting, Eric said nothing and reached for his phone.

Though he was slightly confused.

The Howard family rarely concerned themselves with others. They usually got others to do the dirty work for them—growing their influence without lifting a single finger.

They especially avoided the Adler family and only did business with them when absolutely necessary.

Since they seldom revealed their true strength, no one, not even Jett, knew how much power they actually had.

Surely, that meeting wasn’t about business. Otherwise, Jett would’ve taken him to his office.

"You’re driving past the road leading to Kelsie’s practice." Jett’s voice from the back made him slam the brakes hard, nearly flinging them both forward had they not been wearing seatbelts.

"Forgive me, sir." He apologized, hurriedly ending the call that had connected over a minute ago.

As he turned into the street leading up to her practice, they couldn’t help but notice the countless news minivans parked at every corner.

"Sir, I think they’re in Ms. Sutton’s office." Eric mentioned the obvious.

Jett narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, "Why would they be?"

He hadn’t checked the news all day, but Jerry Sutton was too smart man to say any other thing to the media after their brief meeting.

So if he didn’t say anything, why were there...

A police van sped past them at that moment.

Then, an ambulance.

A police van and an ambulance... those two wouldn’t be at the same place unless something terrible had happened.

He checked his phone. Upon seeing three missed calls from Kelsie about an hour ago, he didn’t care that the car was still moving and he darted out of it.

The people outside were too preoccupied with the chaos ahead to notice the man darting from a car whose license plate read Adler.

"You’re just an ungrateful little bitch who thinks she’s made it just because she saved up enough to open a practice! Help our parents or I’ll make you regret this!"

"Didn’t Father tell you the agreement we had?"

"What stupid agreement?"

"It was attached to the share transfer agreement he made me sign when I returned. Written in fine print, ’how I’ll no longer be his daughter and thus can’t reclaim the shares I just transferred to him’."

"I’m guessing in his desperation to keep what my late mother left me, he couldn’t wait to disown me."

Hearing Kelsie’s calm voice, Jett slowed down. His racing heart steadied.

Then, squeezing through the clustered crowd, he reached the front.

Seeing Kelsie standing unharmed by the door, he exhaled in relief.

Then proceeded to shift his attention to Laura Smith, who held Molly by the neck, a broken bottle shard pressed against her skin.

She was clearly agitated, gritting her teeth as she hissed in response.

"Your mother may have left you those shares, but everyone knows she also left them for him. You were just greedy, insisting on keeping them yourself."

"Father did what he had to do to secure his position in the company. I’m sure he meant to annul that contract you signed, but you kept acting up and he forgot."

"Anyway, if you don’t want to be part of the Sutton family anymore, fine. But he took care of you after your wretched mother died at... arghhh!"

A figure waltzed up beside her and delivered a violent kick to the hand holding the shard.

She was inexperienced and had held the shard too far from Molly.

While Kelsie could’ve easily subdued her while ensuring Molly’s safety, she feared Laura was too agitated and would and would react if she moved away from the door.

But the kick, so brutal, snapped Laura’s shoulder out of its rotator cuff.

Jett stood over her, watching her sob in pain with a straight face.