MY TARGET IS MY BABY’S DADDY!

Chapter 3

7 years later,

Arlott Airlines,

Exiting the airport, was a petite, black-haired woman wearing an above-knee blue gown and sporting a large stylish white hat and sunglasses to conceal her look. She pulled a silver suitcase with her right hand while her other hand which also carried a small white bag was holding the hand of a red-haired little girl with blue eyes donning a black t-shirt and flare white skirt. This cute little girl was also pulling a pink suitcase behind her with her left hand. She looked excited at her surroundings.

"Mommy, this is where you grew up?" she questioned her mom eagerly.

"Yes, cutie pie. Mommy grew up here. We'll only stay here three months and we'll go back to Rotville," said the smiling woman.

"Oh, mom. I'd love to stay here forever! This place is so beautiful," she praised with a tone of excitement and her mom let out a sigh of defeat.

"Yes, darling. Whatever you say,"

Quickly, they boarded a cab that had pulled over.

"St Carlston's Street," the woman notified the driver the moment they had gotten in with their luggage.

"Yes, Ma'am," said the driver with a professional tone as the vehicle zoomed off.

…

5 pm

Reaching their destination, which was a villa which had the plaque 'Hunston's residence', the mother and daughter duo, got off and the adult paid the driver who was happy to also get a generous tip from this beautiful woman.

The gate of the mansion opened and a blonde woman in her early thirties rushed out, her face laced with intense excitement.

Upon sighting the little girl, she rushed forward to pick her up in her right arm, planting a peck on the little one's nose.

"Oh, my little cutie pie, you finally came for your godmother. I'm so touched, I want to cry," the lady said emotionally.

"Aunt Amelia, I'm here to keep you company along with mummy," the excited girl said, planting a peck on the woman's right cheek.

"Woah, I feel I'm on cloud nine," the lady squealed and then ran into the building, leaving the child's mother with the pink suitcase. She sighed, "Gina, Gina, you never change,"

With a thin smile, she pulled the two suitcases towards the entrance gate.

***

The Ashton's Mansion

In the second living room, seated on the couch was a tall, red-haired man in his mid-thirties, his blue eyes deep and enchanting. He was going through a document among the others that formed a small heap on the table. In the background, a movie was playing without sound and other than the occasional flipping of the document's pages, silence enveloped the parlour.

This man was Kaden Ashworth, ranked first on the charts of top, leading billionaires under 40. As he flipped to the last page of the document, his expressionless face turned into a deep glower and he slammed it on the desk, "Ridiculous!" he muttered and stood up from the couch, taking out his phone from his black pants pocket to make a call.

Soon enough, the call went through as the recipient quickly answered, "B-Boss!"

"Terminate all contracts with Roseford Technology, Hankine Ltd and Garettson Estate Agency. Also, get someone to investigate these two companies; Leaverstone and Dream City, and give me a detailed report on Monday without fail or consider yourself jobless," he spoke coldly.

The recipient on the other end replied with a frantic voice, "Yes sir, I'll definitely give you a detailed report. Sir, about…"

Kaden cut the call. Since he'd given orders, nothing must bother him unless it was extremely important. He was a no-nonsense man. The business industry was cruel. Behind the glorious smiles that the rich present to the public were unspoken wars, rivalry and even murders. Betrayal was a common thing too, as humans by nature were greedy. He learned to trust no one but himself and brought Ashton Corporation to great heights after he took over 6 years ago.

He was 35 this year and his grandmother, the only relative who really cared about him had been nagging him about when he would get a wife and present her great-grandkids to her before she passed on.

His phone rang again and after seeing the caller's ID, he answered it.

"Sir, Dragon Lolita has arrived in B country,"

"Good. Find his location and arrange a meeting between us as soon as possible," he ordered.

"From the moment he left the airport, I lost track. But I'm doing my best. I will find him and get him to meet you,"

"If you can't do that within a week, you don't need to call me anymore," Kaden cut the call and kept the phone in his pocket. A thin smile appeared on his once-cold face.

Dragon Lolita was a top world-renowned Hacker. The caller just now was a friend of his, Jack Dillington, a hacker who went by the codename HayWire. As long as he got access to this mysterious man, the puzzle from seven years ago would be solved.

That night in Carlson's Royal Hotel, he was on a business trip. But one of his clients actually dared to spike his drink. The effects showed up in the room he lodged. Unfortunately for him, everything he did and took to quench the fire in his abdomen did nothing to help. That venereous drug was a very potent one!

He thought he would just lie down on the bed and wait it out till the next morning. But he heard his door kicked open and someone reeking of alcohol, a female, climbed the bed.

Since the fire down south refused to quench, he thought it was better to use the p********e to do it. But it turns out he was wrong. The client confessed that his daughter, who was supposed to please Kaden, backed out unexpectedly and ran to another town. So the one he had intimacy with that day wasn't a p********e but a drunk female who had mixed up the numbers of her original lodging.

Recalling the brutal way, he f*cked her, he felt guilty and asked someone to investigate who she was, so he could apologize and compensate her. What he got was that the woman was Rosalina who was no longer a member of the Turner family and was also Zane Edelston's ex-wife. As for her whereabouts, it was still a mystery and he hopes to find her one day. As long as he meets this Dragon Lolita, Rosalina can be found. If she's still alive and single, he can present her to his grandma.

***

Regina's Villa,

Living room,

8:50 pm.

"So girl, what made you decide to finally visit?" Regina Huntson asked her friend after they'd put the little girl to sleep.

"My mother's company, and land. I will take it back. And then, I will render that ungrateful family and ex of mine peasants," the petite woman who was now dressed in a black nightgown replied with a stern look.

Regina nodded sagely, "I see. And what about him, Rosalina?"

Furrowing her brows, the latter asked, "Who?"

"Don't play dumb. Your child's father!"

Hearing this, Rosalina frowned deeply, "Don't mention that bastard in front of me ever again!"

"But your child needs a father," Regina stressed.

"I'm enough for her. That scum, I will make sure to blow his brains out when I find him," Rosalina spat with hatred. That man who forced himself on her deserved to die, in the cruelest manner possible!

No, she doesn't hate her little Crystal; she was innocent and deserved to be treated with love and care.

Sighing in defeat, her friend muttered, "Okay, girl. Whatever you say. Anyway, it's late. Let's get a sound sleep and sweet dreams," Regina got off the couch and yawned lazily, stretching her hands wide.

"Go ahead. I'll catch up with you soon," Rosalina urged.

"Alright. Don't take too long, or I'll come and find you," with that, Regina began to ascend the stairs.

Now that her friend was gone, Rosalina picked up her phone and made a call.

"Good evening George,"

"Rosie, you finally recall to call me,"

"I need you to do me a favour," she spoke coldly.

"Okay. Anything for you, little rabbit,"

"Don't call me that, old man,"

"Oh come on! I'm just 39. I'm not old!" the recipient whined.

Ignoring the recipient's complaints, she continued, "I need you to find him,"

"Find who?"

"Find the man who hurt me that night in Carlson's Royal Hotel,"

"Oh? You want to reunite with him?"

"Far from it. I want him dead, along with his entire family for raising such a scum!"

"Geez! That's harsh, Rosie. Him dying alone is enough, don't you think?"

Rosalina raised an eyebrow, "Since when was it your place to lecture me?"

"Sorry, dear. Don't add me to your kill list, okay? I'll find his identity for you tomorrow. It's the first time you requested a favour from me. I'll carry it out wholeheartedly. And that reminds me, what about my god-daughter? Is she asleep yet?"

"Yes!" she flatly responded.

"But who then is the Pretty Asura currently gaming and dissing people at the moment?"

Hearing this, she frowned, "I'll go check!" with that, she cut the call and rose from her seat, immediately heading upstairs to Crystal's room with silent footsteps.

Pushing the door open and turning on the lights, she found her daughter fast asleep and hugging a big yellow teddy bear with a peaceful face. Her expression softened and she walked to the bed, stooped to plant a peck on her daughter's forehead before whispering: "Good night, my little princess,"

Then turning off the lights, she exited the room.

A second later, the 'sleeping' Crystal opened her eyes and took out her phone from the first cabinet's drawer after turning on the lamp.

"That was close!" she muttered as she resumed gaming.

Suddenly, the door opened and standing in the doorway was a frowning Rosalina.

"You thought you could trick me?" her mother questioned as she walked towards her.

"M-Mommy…" Crystal was stunned. She thought her mom had already left. And she didn't increase the game's volume.

"It's nine pm. Go to sleep, cutie pie. I'm taking this!" her mother collected the phone and exited the game, turning the phone off.

"Goodnight, Crystal," with that, Rosalina left the room, with the phone in her hand.

Crystal sighed, "What hard luck!"