SWNOVELS Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Tarquin’s expression grew colder when Evan did it.
That small kid was so unscrupulous!
This little rascal’s eyes peeking over the top of his mask bore an uncanny resemblance to his son Elijah’s, which softened Tarquin’s heart. If not so, he would have called the cops already.
“Do you have any idea that what you did today is against the law?” he asked.
“It was that ugly, old, nasty woman who started it!” The kid bit back.
Nola, suddenly the target, was appalled.
Ugly, old, and nasty? Who was he talking about? Nola screamed to herself.
Tarquin’s voice was icy, “No matter the reason, what you did was wrong!”
Evan frowned, “What gives you the right to boss me around? You are not my dad. Who even are you?”
Tarquin was annoyed, “Where are your parents?”
He wasn’t one to quarrel with children, but that didn’t mean he would let their guardians off the hook. This car was brand new and worth fifty million dollars, but now it was wrecked on the very first day. He deserved an explanation.
And then there was…
The four smoking tires looked suspiciously like they’d been blown up with expertly–made
bomblets.
Could a kid really handle explosives?
Or was someone using this child in a plot against him?
For safety’s sake, he had to get to the bottom of this.
Hearing that his parents were being brought into this, Evan panicked slightly.
All mischievous kids are the same – they all fear the dreaded call to their parents! Evan w no exception. He feared nothing in this world, a total dare–devil. But his mom? She scare him.
His mommy never laid a hand on him in punishment, which wasn’t what he feared. What ‘really got to him was the thought of making her sad or upset.
Evan’s earlier bravado all but vanished as he pouted, “If you want to find someone, go fin dad. My mommy’s busy. She doesn’t have time for you.”
Tarquin withdrew his gaze. He wasn’t too keen on dealing with women either.
“Where’s your dad then?” he asked.
“Oh, my dad? He’s in hell. You better hurry down there to find him.”
Tarquin was speechless.
Nola seized her chance to interject, “This brat is beyond rude! Tarquin, he’s cursing you to go to hell! Just look at the rags he’s wearing; it’s clear he’s from a poor family. Bad seed from a bad crop, no manners at all!”
“Ha! And you think you’ve got manners? An old woman like you bullied a five–year–old kid? How did your mom teach you to behave?!” Evan retorted defiantly.
Old woman? Nola was fuming, “I’m only twenty–eight!”
“Really? Couldn’t tell at all. I thought you were eighty–eight.”
“You…”
“Shut it. If you keep on, I might just have to teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents.”
As Evan finished, his smartwatch rang. It was his lovely mommy calling.
She must be panicked as she didn’t see him after coming out of the restroom.
Evan couldn’t stand the thought of his beloved mommy worrying. He looked at Tarquin,
“I got things to do, gotta run. Can’t play with you anymore, bye!”
With that, Evan kicked his little legs and waved his small hand. Thus, he wriggled out of his jacket and pulled off a swift escape.
“This jacket’s a gift for you! You’re welcome!” The little guy took off, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
Tarquin stared at the empty jacket in his hands, his face growing even darker, “Find out who that kid is and bring his parents to me! And find out what really happened to those tires!”
“Got it!” Lowell immediately signaled the bodyguards to head into the airport.
Tarquin turned to Nola, his displeasure evident, “Why did he say you were bullying his brother?”
Nola put on an innocent face and said, “How could I possibly bully a child? His brother thought I looked wealthy and tried to scam me. Ask my agent if you don’t believe me.
The kid’s a liar at such a young age, clearly a chip off the old block. Bad seed from a bad crop. The parents can’t be much better if they raise a kid like that.
If you ask me, don’t bother meeting with his parents. Just throw the whole lot of them in jail and give them life sentences. That’ll show them!”
Tarquin gave her a cold look, his eyes filled with disdain, and turned away without a word.