CHAPTER 449: CHAPTER 449: THIS JERK IS USING A HONEY TRAP

Calvin reported, "Ms. Chantelle, the person who pretended to be Mr. Lakin at the school, has been found. He was sent by Fred."

Calvin stood respectfully in front of Chantelle. When he mentioned the man, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

The people around Fred seemed to think that after he got into trouble, the big boss had abandoned him and treated him like a useless pawn. Because of that, not many were willing to work for him anymore. As a result, he ended up hiring an idiot this time. That idiot tried very hard, but he didn’t manage to cause any real harm to Chantelle.

Chantelle nodded. She already knew the man was not part of the school staff when he first appeared. Simon would never have given him such an important position, and the school would not have hired him in the first place. So Chantelle told Calvin to investigate him right away.

Calvin worked quickly, as always. He found the man and learned about his background within a few hours.

Calvin said thoughtfully, "He has been working with Fred for several years."

"In that case, we can let those two dogs fight each other," Chantelle said with a sly smile.

Calvin nodded and immediately arranged for his staff to release the man. Then he sent someone to chase him, making him believe that Fred wanted to kill him to shut him up.

"What’s the status of Fred’s case?"

Chantelle asked worriedly. After the argument with Daniel on the phone that day, she was worried. She was also scared that Fred might escape punishment just like Daniel had predicted.

"Baxtois Peninsula and Draytois Isle are the two places we’ve located. This time, it will either make Fred pay a heavy price or cost him his life."

Calvin was stunned when he learned the truth after following the clues.

Several people working with him saw the secretly taken photos and vomited on the spot. They all swore they would catch Fred and skin him alive.

Chantelle looked at the stack of documents Calvin handed her. Her brows were tightly furrowed.

Even though she had already figured out Fred’s motives back in the dungeon, seeing the island he had set up to hold his victims with her own eyes made her sick.

"I don’t know if Joseph knows about this. If he does, then the Master must be blind to take such a jerk as a disciple," Chantelle said inwardly.

"Spread the word about this as widely as you can. Make sure it spreads like wildfire and nobody can stop it!"

"Noted on that."

Chantelle’s words were exactly what Calvin had been waiting for. After all, Fred’s island served many well-known and wealthy people from abroad, as well as powerful domestic tycoons.

Some of them tortured the young girls until they were permanently disfigured because of their perverted hobbies.

The way the women of their country are being treated would infuriate any man with even a bit of righteousness in him.

"Mommy, I’m hungry."

Stephanie suddenly appeared at the door out of nowhere.

Calvin quickly wiped the hostility from his expression and left the room.

Chantelle hurriedly put the documents away in the drawer. Seeing her daughter’s innocent face made her feel even more disgusted by Fred’s cruel actions.

"What do you feel like eating?"

Chantelle picked up her phone, planning to order takeout for the kids so she could set aside those troubling matters for a moment.

"I want to eat the pancakes Daddy makes," Stephanie said, blinking her eyes.

She had eventually given in to her father’s sweet talking and agreed to help him get one last chance.

Chantelle lifted her hands helplessly and said, "I don’t know how to make them. You’ll have to wait for him to come back so he can make them for you."

"We’re going to school soon. Will we ever get to eat Daddy’s pancakes again?"

As soon as Stephanie finished speaking, Kane and Railer also came over and surrounded Chantelle, both asking for pancakes.

Chantelle pressed her palm to her forehead and let out a sigh.

How could she not see that Daniel was using the children to help him reconcile with her?

She understood it, but since Daniel was their biological father, she could not refuse the children. She didn’t want them to get caught in the middle. She hoped that if they ever separated in the future, it would be peaceful and without hurting them.

"Mommy, can you ask Daddy to teach you how to make them?" Stephanie cautiously suggested.

Chantelle rubbed her nose indulgently and said, "Alright. Yes, I will."

"Yay! We’re going to have pancakes!"

Kane jumped up and down with excitement.

Stephanie quickly dragged him out of the room. She thoughtfully told Chantelle, "Take your time, Mommy, and learn how to make pancakes with Daddy. We’ll go back to our rooms and finish our homework."

"Huh? Why do we have to do homework? I thought we were going to eat pancakes!" Kane cried and refused to leave.

Grandpa Simon gave each of them homework after the entrance exam. When school started again the next week, he told them to hand in their homework.

Kane got a headache when he saw the long text. So when Daniel called and asked him to help convince his mother, he agreed right away. He was willing to do anything as long as it meant avoiding the homework.

Railer gently put a hand on Kane’s shoulder and guided him away. He said, "Mommy will get nervous if we stay here and watch."

When Chantelle saw the three little ones whispering and hiding behind the sofa to peek at her, she laughed and shook her head. She went into the kitchen, stood in front of the stove, and called Daniel.

The call was hung up right after it connected. Then a video call came through.

"Do you miss me?"

Daniel’s perfect smile appeared on the screen. Chantelle’s heartbeat sped up for a moment because of his charm.

This jerk is using a honey trap. Does he really think he can control me like this?

"Yes, I miss the curve of your Adam’s apple and how attractive it looks when it moves. I miss the warmth of your hand on my waist. I miss the muscles under your shirt when I lean against your chest. I miss you..."

"Cough! Cough! I miss you too!"

At first, Daniel planned to build a romantic atmosphere to soften Chantelle’s cold attitude. But he did not expect Chantelle to get into the mood before he even started.

His whole body felt hot, and his ears turned red at her vivid words. He wanted to hear more, but he was afraid he would lose control, so he had to interrupt her.