Chapter 4

'What am I supposed to do?' I asked my babies inside me.

'Turn his plan against him.' Caleb's voice came clearly. 'He suspects that you have a connection with Steve, doesn't he? Then we'll let him see you actually have one.'

I froze.

'That's too risky!'

'Fortune comes from taking risks,' Caleb replied. 'Daddy is too suspicious. The more innocent you look, the more he'll doubt you. Instead, let him believe the accusation. Make him focus all his attention on Steve. Then we'll have a chance to find his weakness.'

'What might his weakness be?'

'Money,' Lily answered immediately. 'All his money!'

Caleb added calmly, 'Not just money. His empire. He has a secret offshore trust fund. That is the real core of his business empire. What we need is control of that fund.'

I gasped.

What kind of children were these two?

'Mommy, just do as we say,' Caleb comforted me. "First of all, you need a new phone that cannot be tracked.'

'I can't leave.'

'Wait. Sean will let you out soon.'

Sure enough, the next day, Sean sent someone over with an invitation.

It was a charity art exhibition where Kayla was the organizer.

"Mr. Freeman said staying home alone would make you bored, so he wanted you to go out and relax," the person delivering it said respectfully.

I held the gold-embossed invitation card. I understood Sean's intention.

At the art exhibition, Kayla commanded the room like a true showstopper.

When she saw me, she walked over gracefully with a smile.

"Ms. Everton, are you feeling better? Sean was so worried about you. He even gave me quite a lecture last night."

Her sweet tone clearly hinted that Sean had gone to see her afterward.

I lowered my gaze and put on a weak, pitiful expression.

"Ms. Larson, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's fine." She waved it off generously. She then linked arms with me. "Let me show you around."

Her nails dug into the soft flesh of my arm.

It hurt.

I endured it and allowed her to lead me through the crowd.

Inside my belly, Caleb began giving instructions rapidly.

'Mommy, look at the man in the gray suit ahead on your left. He works for Steve.

'Later, Kayla will take you to the lounge. Find a chance to put this miniature tracker into that man's pocket.'

'Where did the tracker come from?' I was shocked.

'Oh, don't worry about that. I won't hurt you.'

When we reached the lounge, Kayla used the excuse of going to the restroom and left me alone.

I saw the man in the gray suit walk in as well. He went to the bar to pour himself a drink.

I pretended to feel nauseous. I covered my mouth and ran toward the trash can beside him.

The moment my body brushed past his, the miniature tracker slipped into his suit pocket without making a sound.

After throwing up, I straightened up and gave him an apologetic smile.

He nodded and left with his drink.

Kayla came out of the restroom. She looked at me suspiciously.

"What happened?"

"I'm not feeling well." I pressed a hand to my forehead. My face was pale.

A hint of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.

"Looks like you're really not suited for places like this in your current state."

I ignored her because Caleb was already giving me a live update.

'The tracker has been activated. Steve's location has been confirmed. He's at a cafe near the exhibition. Now, Mommy, what you need to do is get away from Kayla and go there.'

Getting away from Kayla wasn't difficult.

I only needed to use a pregnant woman's most useful trick, pretending to faint.

Amid everyone's shocked cries, I collapsed to the ground.

As the organizer, Kayla had no choice but to stay and handle the situation. She could only watch helplessly as Sean's bodyguards carried me into the car.

"Back to the mansion," I told the driver.

After the car drove for a while, I suddenly said, "Stop."

The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror. He looked troubled. "Ms. Everton, Mr. Freeman instructed–"

I retrieved a debit card from my bag and threw it onto the front seat.

"There's fifty thousand on it. Either you stop now and go buy me the bubble tea I want from the mall ahead, then come pick me up an hour later, or I call Sean right now and tell him you sexually harassed me."

My voice wasn't loud, but my tone was firm.

The driver weighed the consequences. In the end, he chose the first option.

I got out of the car and put on the hat and mask I had prepared earlier. I then quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Following Caleb's directions, I made several turns and entered an old-fashioned cafe.

'Second floor. The innermost private room.'

I walked up the creaking wooden stairs. My heart was pounding.

The door to the private room was slightly open.

After I pushed it open, I saw a man inside. His appearance made me freeze for a moment.