Chapter 416
Chapter 416:
Reginald let out a furious puff and shoved his face into the pillow. His voice came out muffled and petulant. “I’m not going. End of p>
Ashton looked back at the door. “Come in p>
Dominic walked in. “Mr. Laurent.” He nodded at me.
The footsteps behind him weren’t subtle. Heavy, synchronized.
Reginald peeked out like a hunted rodent. Four men followed Dominic inside.
Tall, broad-shouldered, all in black suits that barely held together over their arms.
Reginald’s voice shook. “What—what the hell is this p>
“You’re not walking out. So, they’ll carry you,” Ashton said to the men. “He flies out tonight p>
“Yes, sir p>
One of them yanked the duvet off.
Reginald shrieked.
Another grabbed his arms, two more took his legs, and they hoisted him off the mattress in one smooth motion.
He kicked like a feral cat. “You’re all insane! Put me down p>
They didn’t. They marched straight for the door.
Reginald wriggled free for half a second, dropped to the floor with a loud thud, and scrambled into a sitting position. “Fine! I’ll go! But it’s the middle of the bloody night. There’s no flight now. Just let me sleep, I’ll leave first thing in the morning p>
“It’s the middle of the afternoon. And you’re leaving tonight,” Ashton said. “The jet’s ready. Oh, and you’re paying for it. Out of pocket or out of salary. Your call p>
Reginald stayed on the floor.
The guards didn’t touch him again, but they closed in just enough to block every exit.
He glanced around, wild-eyed. His shoulders sank. He wasn’t getting out of this.
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The silence dragged.
His ears flushed bright red.
“Ashton, I’m your father,” he muttered. “You’re humiliating me. Can we talk this through like adults?” His voice had thinned out.
He looked up at Ashton as if he expected sympathy to land if he just sounded pathetic enough. It didn’t.
Then the door banged open.
Gwendolyn burst in, heels clacking, coat swinging off one shoulder. “What the hell is this?” she shouted. “Are you actually planning to abduct someone in a hospital p>
She shoved through the wall of men, dropped to a crouch, and pulled Reginald up by the elbow.
She dusted off his sleeve, checked his face like he was ten years old and in trouble at school.
“Are you serious right now?” she yelled at Ashton. “That’s your father. Not some stray animal you’re shipping off to die. You want to send him to Africa? You’ve lost your mind p>
“My decision stands,” Ashton said simply.