Chapter 12 Who's Your Mom?
Meanwhile, in the swanky black sedan, Harper was in the back seat, her little face all puffed up with anger.
She thought, 'Damn Antonio, messing with me again!'
He was the one who screwed up first. She was just giving him a little payback. What right did he have to grab her?
Did he think he was a cop or something?
Now she was stuck with Antonio, and she couldn't fight him off. What was she gonna do?
"Where are you taking me? Help! I'm being kidnapped! Police, save me!"
Antonio, sitting next to her, took the wet wipe James handed him and was cleaning the food off his pants. Harper's yelling was giving him a headache.
If Harper dared to mess with him, she had to deal with the fallout. She was so young and already so wild; clearly, she needed some proper schooling. He'd take it upon himself to set her straight.
He shot her a cold glare and sternly warned, "Behave yourself!"
All he could do was be tough on her!
Harper was fuming, but getting mad wouldn't help her escape. The car went quiet. She lowered her head, biting her lip hard. A glint of light flashed in her big eyes as the little devil inside her started to wake up.
'Fine, take me away, but don't blame me if you end up crying later!' she wondered.
Harper sneaked a glance at Antonio, making sure he wasn't looking her way. She carefully touched her belt.
There was a pink bow on the belt, and on the back of the bow was a tiny communicator. Brian had made it just for her, designed to be hard to spot. She could contact Brian and Ethan anytime through it when in danger.
Watching Antonio's reaction, her chubby fingers moved quickly, typing a simple line,
[Don't worry, I'll stick with the bad dad and make him pay!]
After sending the message to Ethan, she put her hands back on her lap, acting like nothing happened, while she started planning her pranks on Antonio, a mischievous smile slowly spreading on her face.
Don't think just because he's an adult, he can push her around. She wasn't that easy to mess with. Antonio would get a taste of her wrath!
Then, Ethan and Sarah got the message. Knowing Harper was safe, Ethan felt a bit relieved but still uneasy. He looked at Sarah and asked softly, "Mom, what do we do now?"
Sarah frowned deeply. Harper was super smart. She wasn't worried about Harper getting hurt, but rather, she feared Antonio discovering Harper's true identity.
No matter how mad Antonio was, he wouldn't hurt a kid. But why did he take Harper?
Could it be that he noticed Harper looked like him and wanted to do a paternity test?
No way, she couldn't let him find out the truth. She had to find a way to rescue Harper!
Half an hour later, the black sedan rolled into the suburban villa area.
James glanced at the rearview mirror, thinking, 'Harper looks like a mini Antonio. Could she really be his kid? Why's he taking her home? What's he up to?'
He had a ton of questions, but seeing Antonio's dark expression, he kept his mouth shut.
As the car rolled through the gate, Harper looked out the window, her big eyes lighting up.
So this was Antonio's place? It was pretty big, but she still liked the home with Sarah better. Thinking of the statue of Antonio kneeling at the door of their house abroad, Harper felt pretty smug.
Antonio had no clue what Harper was thinking. Once the car stopped, he opened the door without looking back and stepped out. "Bring her inside."
"Yes, Mr. Valencia." James quickly responded and moved to pick up Harper. But as soon as he opened the door, Harper jumped out.
Afraid she might bolt, James hurried to grab her, but Harper raised her hand and said, "Don't touch me. I can walk by myself."
Then, under James's bewildered gaze, Harper hopped and skipped, following Antonio inside.
James was puzzled. Was this the same sad Harper from earlier?
After entering the villa, Antonio went straight to the bedroom to change his dirty clothes. When he came back to the living room, he saw Harper already chilling on the sofa.
She leaned against the back of the sofa, her legs swinging back and forth, and loudly demanded, "I'm thirsty. I want milk!"
She acted like she owned the place, leaving the curious maid standing nearby stunned.
Regardless of who Harper was, she was a guest. Seeing Antonio stay silent, the maid automatically headed to the kitchen to get some milk.
Antonio instinctively frowned and strode over to Harper, looking down at her.
No matter how he looked at her, Harper's face was a mini version of his. Even his dad didn't look this much like him.
Thinking this, he reached out and grabbed Harper's face.
Harper didn't expect Antonio to do this and widened her eyes, pushing his hand away forcefully, "Get your hand off me!"
Her sharp voice pierced Antonio's brain like a needle. He had long lost patience with Harper, but he still examined her face, pinching her nose and cheeks, and even rubbing her ear.
"It hurts. I'll bite you!"
Facing Harper's attack, Antonio's lips pressed into a tight line.
Harper's face wasn't fake!
So why did she look so much like him?
He thought of what Michael had said. If Harper was indeed a tool for revenge, it wasn't surprising she looked like him. Michael might have carefully selected her, but...
He didn't know what he was thinking at the moment and inexplicably asked, "Who's your mom?"
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