All Chapters of Reclaiming His Runaway Baby Mama: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Adela glanced down at her phone. Evelyn had sent her the suite number—2301. She pressed the 23rd floor button and leaned back, casting a quick glance at Helen. The girl looked so young, it was almost unbelievable she worked as a driver. But from her cold and distant demeanor, Adela could tell she was all business. One glance was enough; she looked away right after.Every time the elevator stopped, Adela’s heart leapt into her throat—terrified she might suddenly run into Mr. Norman. The man was just… terrifying.Luckily, the ride went uninterrupted.When she got to Suite 2301, the door was already open. Adela knocked a few times before stepping in, and instantly a few girls inside turned their gazes toward her.They were clearly the models for the upcoming runway show.One of them, upon seeing Adela, seemed a little uncomfortable—quickly turning her head away. Adela searched her memory. The girl did look vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place where she’d seen her before.Just then, E

“Oh? If you don’t take Evelyn seriously, then why’s your friend still in jail? Shouldn’t you be doing everything you can to get her out?”Adela asked genuinely—she truly wanted to understand. But in the girl’s ears, that question landed like a slap.Her expression darkened; rage started to rise as her cheeks flushed red.“You think I haven’t tried?” she snapped. “If it weren’t for Evelyn pushing her weight around—using the business ties between the two families to threaten us—I’d have gotten Juliet out long ago!”Not a word of what Susan said was true.In fact, the exact reason the Susan's family had dealings with the Waltons was why her family had explicitly warned her to stay away from Liam Walton’s wife. If Susan crossed the line, her family would disown her without hesitation.She had already begged Mia and Carl. Both had turned her away. This wasn’t something Mia or Carl could intervene in anymore.But Susan didn’t understand that. All she felt was bitterness and resentment.Some

Susan completely ignored her agent’s warning. On the contrary, her sneer deepened. “You’re trying to say her car’s expensive, right? At her age, she’s either born rich or just some pampered canary being kept. There’s no such figure among the city’s well-known heiresses. You're just scaring yourself. Anyway, I’ll find my own backer. So what if it’s a game of connections? I refuse to believe I’ll lose to that disgusting woman.”The agent was speechless. He’d long realized Susan’s brain didn’t operate like a normal person’s. Today only confirmed it.Thankfully, Susan had finally calmed down and wasn’t throwing a tantrum anymore. The group got into the van and headed toward the show venue.Kate, who had overheard everything from behind, stood frozen, staring in the direction Adela had left. Susan was clueless, but Kate knew better. With Evelyn’s prideful nature, she would never befriend some pampered little mistress. That young, beautiful girl likely had a far deeper background than anyon

Adela was indeed threatening her. The moment she thought of Cici potentially suffering irreversible trauma because of her, a sharp pain tore through her chest.She hated herself for wanting to keep the peace earlier. She should’ve just stepped forward and slapped Susan hard across the face!The weaker you are, the easier it is for people to step all over you.Right after Adela spoke, the man in the baseball cap paused briefly before letting out a low chuckle. He turned to his employer and asked,“Are you sure this girl is the spoiled little misstress you said she was? Honestly, her presence is no weaker than a real heiress.”Susan scoffed, flipping her hair as she settled back on the sofa, admiring her long, razor-sharp nails. “Who Juliet offended doesn’t matter anymore. Even if you claim she offended you, it’s irrelevant. Right now, I just want to teach you a lesson. Isn’t it all about power? As long as my backer is stronger than yours, that’s all I need.”Her meaning was clear: she

Adela was stunned by what she’d just heard. She understood every word—but “kidnapping”? Were they talking about Layson?While everyone else was still trying to process the shocking news, the man in the baseball cap’s face changed drastically. His first reaction was to demand a glass of water.The fierce glint in his eyes was so sharp it sent Susan into a full-body tremble. He grabbed her by the chin, voice cold as ice.“Miss, this part of the conversation is no longer for your ears. Time for a nap. Don’t worry—we’ll take responsibility for your safety.”Susan sobbed and shook her head, refusing the glass of water, but she was no match for the man’s strength. In no time, the glass was emptied. Moments later, she slumped on the couch, fast asleep.The man in the cap then turned his eyes toward Adela. The weight of his stare made her heart skip a beat. She forced a wry smile. “What, you want to give me a drink too?”Mr. Garcia’s low, sinister laugh echoed through the room.“How could we?