Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 42 I'll Make Her Admit It

Chapter 42 I'll Make Her Admit It

Vincent took a few steps in and said respectfully with his head bowed, "Mr. Moore."

"Get the car ready. We head for the Logans' mansion." Sebastian's voice was terribly hard and sullen. He would make Hailey pay a terrible price.

Back then, that woman had gotten pregnant after that night and then delivered the baby to Sebastian's door. The DNA results showed that Waylon was Sebastian's biological son.

How could Waylon be a little bastard?

Vincent frowned slightly and asked, "Mr. Moore, did something happen?"

"I told you to get the car ready. Why so many questions?" Sebastian got very bad-tempered when he was enraged.

Sebastian's words sent a chill down Vincent's back and put him under pressure. Vincent did not dare to look up.

"Yes, Mr. Moore." Vincent headed out and asked Kingston to get the car ready.

Sebastian's wave of fury left Waylon speechless.

It was hard for Sebastian to stay calm right now, but Waylon couldn't afford to alarm Hailey.

Waylon's boyish voice carried a hint of mockery. "She'll admit it if you go and press her?"

Sebastian sneered and said in a menacing tone, "I don't care if she admits it or not."

His tone was frighteningly aggressive.

But Waylon was reluctant to do so.

"You want to find out who poisoned me, don't you? Don't alarm her. She got the news as soon as you woke up. Don't you know what that means?" Waylon was more rational than Sebastian.

Waylon had grown up in Sebastian's office and was especially familiar with his way of doing things.

Sebastian cared so much about Waylon. Sebastian couldn't stay calm when it came to Waylon.

As Sebastian looked deeply at Waylon, a sense of pride rose in him. Sebastian was proud of Waylon, who was calmer and more self-restraint than him.

Hailey had spies here.

Waylon added, "I take my own revenge, and you take yours."

Looking at Waylon, who was like a little adult, Sebastian smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay!" Sebastian knew how capable his son was.

Waylon thought of Elijah in the room and clenched his fists. "I wanna get back to my room and rest."

Just then, Vincent returned. Sebastian looked at him and said, "Send Waylon back to his room. We're not going out for a while."

Vincent nodded slightly. "Yes, Mr. Moore."

Vincent went forward and wheeled Sebastian over.

Sebastian picked Waylon up and sent him to the door of his room.

"I can get in myself." Waylon held onto the doorframe as he walked slowly into the room, groped for the door handle, and then closed the door behind him.

Vincent quickly moved the wheelchair backward, so Sebastian did not hit the door.

"Little brat."

Sebastian didn't know what to do with Waylon. As Sebastian thought of what Emmett had said, his eyes went cold. He thought, "Damn it, Eleanor had better not come back tonight."

Christian drove Melody back to the door of the café.

This café called Memory Café was owned by Eleanor.

At the door of Memory Café, Christian followed Eleanor out of the car. He worked up the courage and said, "Ms. Scott, if you have time, let's have dinner together. Thank you for seeing me again!"

Eleanor checked the time and declined politely. "Sorry, Christian, maybe some other time. I've got things to do today."

"Okay!" Christian nodded slightly. He was upset that Eleanor declined his invitation, but his face did not betray any negative emotions.

"Well, I'd get going. I'll pick you up here in three days." Christian gave Eleanor an intense gaze, his eyes glistening with great admiration. Then he turned around and got into his car.

Eleanor watched Christian drive away, then took the elevator to Phoenix Studio upstairs.

As soon as Eleanor entered, Freya greeted her.

Freya beamed at Eleanor. "Ella, you look dazzling in this outfit!"

Eleanor asked with a smile, "Thank you. Is everything all set? What you need was sent to the headquarters of the Moore Group. The results will be out soon."

Eleanor smiled wryly and thought, "Michael, hope you like the appetizer."Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.