Chapter 122


    Noah gently stroked his son''s head, cradling the boy in his arms with tender affection.


    Thomas felt his heart quicken when he heard what his father said. "Is that true? Are you really happy,


    Daddy?" He turned to look at Noah enquiringly, feeling slightly exhrated.


    "Of course," Noah answered calmly. After all, it was only right that a family should be together.


    Noah''s answer set the wheels in Thomas''s brain spinning, and he swiftly began considering the


    possibilities of the situation.


    From the looks of it, Daddy really liked Mommy still. However, if he really and truly liked her, then why


    had he behaved like such a scumbag? Was this what people meant when they said that after sowing


    one''s wild oats, home was invariably the sweetest haven of all?


    Thomas did not know what to do. Lately, he had begun to feel that Daddy was bing a much better


    person. Nheless, Noah had still been a massive scumbag in the past! Did he truly want to help


    Daddy get together with Mommy so they could start afresh? He felt extremely conflicted.


    Noah looked down thoughtfully at the little boy in his arms. Something flickered in his eyes for a


    moment, then he retrieved his own phone and pulled up his Instagram ount. "Colt, why don''t you


    add me to your friend list?"


    "Huh? Daddy, you never use Instagram, right?" Thomas blinked as he saw Noah''s Instagram ount,


    considerably startled.


    His own Instagram handle was "Thomas The Handsomest Dude." If he added Noah to his friend list,


    his deception would be exposed in no time.


    "I''ve started using it now. Why, Colt, don''t you want to be friends with Daddy?" Noah could see that the


    little rascal was in a dilemma and deliberately added fuel to the fire by asking the question in a slightly


    hurt tone.


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    The man might be a tyrannical CEO, but it was impossible to resist him when he put on his sad puppy


    act!


    "N-no, no, that''s not it, Daddy…here, I''ll add you…" Thomas resigned himself to his fate, pulled out his


    phone, and added Noah to his Instagram friend list.


    "Thomas? Is this your new nickname?"


    "Umm…yes, that''s right! Do you like it, Daddy?" His scumbag daddy was pretty smart! In fact, Noah


    had saved him the trouble of finding an adequate exnation. That was one less worry!


    "I do. It sounds nice and it''s cute," Noah replied with unconcealed approval. His own Instagram handle


    was "Noah Quincy", which was both straightforward and unpretentious.


    After adding Noah, Thomas excused himself to wash his hands in the bathroom and hurriedly pulled up


    his private message conversation with Madeline. With some pride, he typed, "Mommy dearest, Daddy


    says my name is cute!"


    …


    After returning from the warehouse in the mountains with the 100 thousand dors he had extorted


    from Angie, Asher went to a nightclub. The exorbitant amount of money instantly attracted five of the


    hostesses, who happily entertained him the entire night in the club and at the hotel room he had


    booked there.


    Previously, when he was still on the phnthropicmittee, Asher had some form of ie, at least.


    Now that he was unemployed, however, he had outgoing expenses but no moneying in, so even if


    he went out, he could not even afford to pay for a drink for one of the hostesses.


    Today, though, he had managed to find a way around that, even if it was illegal. He felt he deserved to


    enjoy himself for once.


    The hostesses entertained him until 8 o''clock the next morning. As a result, he did not see the


    message that Tony sent him until he awoketer in the messy hotel room.


    By now, the video of him pissing on Angie was all over social media.


    He clicked on the video first andughed with glee as he saw himself humiliating Angie so thoroughly.


    Tony wasn''t bad with a camera at all; he had chosen an angle that made Asher look great.


    Amid his glee, he noticed that Tony had left him a voice message. Initially, he thought that Tony was


    congratting him and was in an excellent mood when he started listening to it. However, by the time


    he finished the message, he was shocked into being fully sober.


    "Crap! That d*mned Tony, he''s gotten me into deep sh*t now!" Asher snarled as he almost fell out of


    bed in his hurry to get up. Snatching his clothes from the floor, he pulled them on as fast as he could


    and fled out the door, not even bothering to put on his shoes.


    The minute he stepped outside, however, someone sent him back through the door with a hard kick.


    "Who the h*ll are you?" Asher iled and fell backward, his rotund bodynding squarely on the floor. In


    pain, he grabbed at his chest and started yelling angrily at the unwee neer. When he finally


    recognized the other person, he shrank back slightly. "Mr. Hudson! Why are you here so early in the


    morning?"


    Asher struggled to his feet and bowed his head obsequiously, stering a smile onto his face.


    "There''s no need to be in such a rush, Mr. Walter. Mr. Quincy sent me here to ask you where Angie


    Grant is."


    "Huh? How would I know where Ms. Angie Grant is? I think you''ve got the wrong person, Mr. Hudson."


    Asher kept his head low, denying everything.


    By now, Angie was most likely dead. He couldn''t locate her for Noah even if he tried. If he managed a


    usible denial, he was sure that Wayne would not do anything to him. After all, the man was just


    Noah''s employee.


    "It looks like it might have slipped your mind, Mr. Walter, given you''re so busy with so many important


    matters. Never mind. Let me help jog your memory." Wayne gestured, and one of the bodyguards


    standing behind him immediately stepped forward with a phone. On it was the video fromst night.


    The bodyguard grabbed Asher and pried his eyes open wide, shoving the video in his face and ying


    it.


    Asher was in so much pain from being manhandled that he could not help but beg for mercy. "I


    remember now, I do! I…I pulled a cruel prank on her, but after that, I left! I really don''t know where


    Angie is now!" He fell to the ground, rolling in agony as he felt his injured eye sockets. He felt as if his


    eyeballs would fall out at any moment, they hurt so much!


    "You don''t know? It looks like your memory is really faulty, Mr. Walter. I think we''re going to have to take


    you down memoryne in earnest before you can remember properly. Well, let''s not waste time then.


    Let''s go!"


    "Yes, sir!"


    As soon as Wayne gave his orders, the bodyguards behind him immediately surged forward and


    yanked Asher to his feet, preparing to drag him out the door.


    Asher was so terrified he nted his plump body firmly on the ground and refused to move, grabbing at


    the doorframe with one hand for support. The mming door nearly sent him sprawling.


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


    Wayne ignored his pleas, and the bodyguards continued dragging him out.


    The nightclub was deserted at this time of the morning, and Asher''s wails of distress echoed through


    the empty corridors.


    When he saw that the bodyguards were about to drag him into the lift, Asher''s resolvepletely


    crumbled. "Angie…Angie fell down the cliff! I swear I had nothing to do with it, the rope wasn''t secure


    enough, and she fell down the cliff!"


    "You''re saying Angie Grant is dead?" Wayne turned and scrutinized Asher''s expression intently.


    "She fell from so high up! I doubt she''s alive! It''s not that I didn''t want to save her, but I can''t swim, and


    the cliff was so high…even if she was Helen of Troy, there wasn''t anything I could do, right?" Asher felt


    very satisfied with the two excuses he had concocted on the spur of the moment and continued lying


    with a straight face.


    "Send him to the police station!"


    "What? Mr. Hudson, I''ve already told you everything I know! Why are you taking me to the police? I''m


    already in such a sorry state; please let me off!" Asher pleaded, copsing onto his knees and sobbing


    up a storm.


    Unfortunately, Wayne wasn''t buying it.


    "Mr. Quincy''s orders were that he wants to see her if she''s alive, and if she''s dead, he wants to see the


    body. Once you''re at the police station, the authorities will naturally do everything they can to retrieve


    Ms. Grant''s body. As for you, once you''re in the hands of the police, you know exactly what to disclose


    and what not to disclose. Are we clear?"


    "I…" Asher''s indignation knew no bounds. He was about to plead for mercy again, but the moment he


    caught sight of Wayne''s steely, ferocious gaze, he was terrified into silence.


    "You''ve messed with someone that Mr. Quincy wants to see. It''s up to you whether we shut your mouth


    permanently right now or whether you go to the police and continue your miserable existence. Your


    choice, Mr. Walter."


    "N-no, no! I don''t want to die! I won''t say anything I shouldn''t! Take me to the police now!" Asher''s


    priorities became blindingly clear in a split second. Immediately he got to his feet and let the


    bodyguards hustle him off to the police station.