Chapter 5 Two Identical Children
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At a bustling intersection near Seacrets Bar, a black, heavy-duty motorcycle stood proudly on the side of the road.
Sitting astride it was a slender woman in a shimmering silver biker outfit, her elegant figure catching the eyes of many passersby.
It was none other than Scarlett.
Dismounting from her bike, she untethered her helmet, letting her long hair cascade down like a waterfall. Her stunning face was fully revealed, chestnut locks swaying in the breeze, casting a spellbinding and unique allure. The vibrant red lipstick on her full lips added to her charm, exuding an aura of allure and sensuality that captivated those around her.
For a fleeting moment, her sky-blue eyes betrayed a hint of worry and urgency.
Scarlett was there to find her son, Franklin. Harvey had called her, informing her that Franklin had once again gone to Seacrets Bar seeking revenge.
This news left Scarlett with a headache. Her son had always been a troublemaker, even at his tender age.
Perhaps out of concern for herself, whenever Franklin heard anyone speak ill of her, he would immediately resort to violence.
Scarlett struggled to rein Franklin in. She had told him again and again that she didn't care about the chatters, but he never listened to her.
Nevertheless, thanks to Franklin's antics, Scarlett was able to discover that Harvey had orchestrated a marriage alliance between the Gellar and Ridley families without her knowledge.
The mischievous troublemaker Franklin adamantly opposed this arrangement??he had tracked down Roman and was now determined to give him a sound beating.
Helpless, Harvey had to call Scarlett to retrieve the unruly boy.
Approaching the bar's entrance, Scarlett glimpsed movement in the alleyway.
In the narrow alley beside the bar, a cluster of seven or eight thugs had surrounded a young boy.
Oddly enough, there was a striking resemblance between this boy and Franklin. They both sported shaved heads, wore expensive designer clothes, and had green eyes and adorable chubby cheeks.
The thugs had noticed him when he had been looking around nervously in the vicinity of the bar.
His affluent attire clearly signaled wealth, making him a target for ransom. A small amount from their parents could support them for a good while, so they were preparing to tie him up.
The little boy, Anthony, scrunched his face in disgust; the stench emanating from these individuals was almost suffocating him.
He couldn't help but cough, his chubby little face as white as a sheet, even his lips devoid of color.
He remained composed, his expression cool and collected, knowing full well their motives were driven by money.
"I don't have any money on me. How about you kidnap me and call my dad for ransom? My dad's loaded; he'll give you whatever you want." Anthony innocently proposed.
One of the hooligans threatened. "Ask your mom to come here alone with the money, or we'll kill you."
"I don't have a mom," Anthony explained, just as the clack of high heels on the pavement echoed through the alley.
Scarlett strode into the alleyway, methodically rolling up her sleeves to reveal her smooth, milky-white wrists.
"Don't worry, honey. Mom's here now." Scarlett reassured Anthony with a calm yet resolute tone. He stood frozen, unprepared for action, while she took decisive steps into the fray.
Echoes of distress and cries of pain resonated briefly from the alley before abruptly ceasing.
Emerging with purposeful strides, Scarlett cradled Anthony protectively in her arms.
She swiftly settled him onto the back of the heavy-duty motorcycle.
Scarlett meticulously placed him on the vehicle and adjusted a custom-made helmet onto his head.
Anthony, resembling a cautious puppy, tentatively placed his hands on the motorcycle's sturdy gas tank, his fingers appearing almost overwhelmed by its size and power.
This thrilling ride was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and the excitement bubbled within him.
Beneath them, the motorcycle rumbled with a deep growl, resonating like a wild beast ready to conquer the road ahead.
The engine surged forward, propelling Scarlett and what she affectionately deemed her little pup towards the Ridley Villa.
As Anthony dismounted from the motorcycle, he stepped onto the winding road with a cautious gait like a penguin on cotton.
In the next moment, Scarlett effortlessly lifted Anthony with a single hand, her strength belying her slender frame.
Instinctively, Anthony wrapped his arm around her neck, drawing comfort from her.
As he nestled closer, he caught the faint, soothing scent of her scent, which calmed his racing heart.
He took a few deep breaths.
Raising his gaze, Anthony found Scarlett's striking and determined face filling his vision, causing his breath to catch in his throat.
Having grown up without a mother, Anthony had always maintained a guarded distance from women who attempted to forge a connection with him.
Yet now, he found himself escorted home by this striking, sophisticated, and fiercely protective lady.
Instead of recoiling, Anthony felt an unexpected urge to get closer to her.
With her free hand expertly handling a phone, Scarlett casually flipped her hair back and answered Harvey's incoming video call.
"Sweetie, your grandfather would like to speak with you."
Scarlett placed the phone within Anthony's view, revealing a mature man of striking handsomeness on the screen.
Anthony's heart raced. He was certain that the so-called grandfather would discover that he wasn't his grandson.
The thought of being exposed filled him with dread. He tried to shield his face, but the video call connected too swiftly.
Before he could conceal his cheeks, the distinguished man on the other end began to speak.
"Franklin, are you alright?" Harvey's voice was warm and filled with a longing to embrace his beloved grandson.
Anthony felt a wave of relief and quickly responded, "I'm... I'm okay."
His voice carried a shy, endearing tone reminiscent of a timid little bunny.
Did this beautiful lady's child look like him?
How had no one realized they had mistaken him for someone else?
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