CHAPTER 230: CHAPTER 230: ERIC HOLT’S WARNING

"Alright, then I’ll let Desmond Fairchild know." Seraphina Sinclair understood the importance of this client and had to call Desmond Fairchild.

Desmond Fairchild happened to be with Jude Sinclair, and naturally, he agreed to pick up the child.

After hearing that Seraphina pushed off picking up the child to talk with a client, his expression was slightly unusual. He said, "Any cooperation you need, Cloudsea will agree to. There’s no need to hit walls outside."

"Sure, your Cloudsea Group is powerful, but your family isn’t in the building materials business." Seraphina Sinclair had long guessed Desmond would say something like this and couldn’t help but smile.

"When are you coming back? The boy misses you." Desmond casually glanced at Jude Sinclair.

Jude disdainfully looked at him. When did he ever say he missed her? Though he did miss her, wasn’t it Desmond who missed her more?

Seraphina Sinclair chuckled, "Don’t worry, it won’t be long. If the deal is successful, I’ll come back after a meal at most. If it’s not, I’ll come back even sooner."

"I’ll pick you up when it’s over," Desmond said softly.

"Okay." Seraphina smiled.

At six in the evening, Seraphina stood at the restaurant entrance, waiting for Desmond Fairchild.

The business negotiation went smoother than expected. The other party appreciated Kevin Group’s prospects, and after hearing Seraphina’s insights, they expressed willingness to cooperate.

The success of the business was expected; the speed of the negotiation was not.

With a creaking sound.

A low-key Bentley stopped in front of Seraphina. The car window rolled down, revealing Desmond Fairchild’s handsome face. He looked at Seraphina and gently said, "Get in."

"Was it smooth?" Desmond asked as soon as she got in the car.

Seraphina nodded, "Much smoother than I imagined. In a couple of days, I have to fly to Crestfall to sign the contract. It might take one or two days, so the child is in your care during this time."

"Then who’s going to take care of me?" Desmond looked serious.

"You’re not a child anymore, do you still need someone to take care of you?" Seraphina laughed at his childish demeanor.

Desmond held Seraphina’s hand, letting her feel his heartbeat, "Can you hear it? It says it needs you."

Seraphina’s cheeks turned slightly red, and she playfully punched his chest, "We’ve been married for so long, aren’t you embarrassed? Drive!"

Desmond’s lips curled into a smile, seemingly in a good mood.

A couple of days later, Seraphina boarded the plane to Crestfall, leaving Desmond and Jude as a father-son duo.

Even though she’d only be gone for two days, the father and son acted like it was a life-and-death parting. It was hard to shake them off if not for Seraphina using a flight as an excuse.

After Seraphina left, Desmond sat in his office, absentmindedly staring at his phone screen.

Quentin Jennings, seeing his state, couldn’t help but laugh, "Are you serious? Your wife just left for two days, and you’re already looking lost? If she was gone for a year or two, would you become like Lyam, sick with lovesickness?"

This was the first time he’d seen Desmond suffer from lovesickness; it was amusing.

"If you’re bored and want to head to Africa, just say the word, I’ll make it happen." Desmond held his phone with one hand, his sharp gaze sweeping over Quentin’s smiling face.

Quentin quickly cleared his throat and waved his hand, "No, no, I’m busy. I won’t disturb you."

After Seraphina left, Desmond didn’t miss picking up Jude from school.

"Mr. Sinclair? Why are you here?" The kindergarten teacher was slightly surprised to see Desmond.

Desmond always wore a cold expression towards outsiders. He said in a deep voice, "I’m here to pick up Jude."

"Didn’t you already send someone to pick him up?" The teacher was puzzled.

"What time?" Desmond frowned, sensing something amiss. He hadn’t sent anyone to pick up Jude.

The teacher said, "About ten minutes ago, a young man in a suit came to pick up Jude, claiming that his dad was busy and asked him to do it. I didn’t think much of it, so Jude..."

Before the teacher could finish, Desmond had disappeared.

She murmured under her breath, "Mr. Sinclair is quite peculiar. Such a handsome face, but always so inscrutable."

Desmond immediately called Quentin, his expression dark, "Jude has been taken."

"What!?" Quentin, who was cozily lounging with a woman, instantly stood up, "Which reckless idiot dared to kidnap Cloudsea Group’s young master?"

"Gather the men and quickly investigate!" Desmond’s face showed a hint of urgency.

"I’ll handle it now." Quentin immediately got up to leave.

The woman beside him didn’t understand why he was in such a hurry and clung to him, "Young Master Jennings, what’s so urgent? The wine hasn’t even been opened yet."

Quentin didn’t have time for her, throwing off the clinging woman and coldly ordering, "Get off me, I’ve got important business."

If Jude was indeed kidnapped, this was no small matter. If Old Mrs. Fairchild and Seraphina found out, one might have a heart attack from anger, and the other might relapse into depression and faint again.

Understanding the severity of the situation, Quentin immediately had the surveillance of Bayside City checked and quickly found the car that took Jude.

Seeing the license plate number, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Master Fairchild, there’s a lead." Quentin called Desmond.

"Speak." Desmond’s voice was cold enough to freeze someone.

Quentin’s expression turned serious, "I found the license plate number. It’s a foreign one. You know the person who took Jude."

Desmond sneered repeatedly, his eyes filled with killing intent, "Eric Holt."

Quentin was also furious, "That bastard is audacious enough to kidnap Jude. Had we known back then, you should have ended him directly."

Just as they were desperately trying to rescue Jude, Jude returned on his own.

Seeing Jude safe and sound, Desmond felt a lot more at ease.

However, he didn’t give Jude a pleasant look, softly reprimanding, "How could you just follow someone you don’t know? Didn’t I teach you better than this?"

Jude was already six years old, his mind more mature than his peers. Yet, he fell for such a simple trick.

"Dad, I’m sorry." Jude didn’t argue, knowing he’d made Desmond worry.

"Take a bath before you eat." Seeing Jude sweaty and with dirt on his face, Desmond couldn’t stay angry.

Jude obediently took a bath and sat at the dining table in his pajamas, looking a bit dazed.

Desmond pulled him into his arms, softly coaxing, "Jude, Dad didn’t mean to get mad at you. You know how much your mommy went through to give birth to you. If anything happened to you, how could she bear it, and how could I?"

Jude’s eyes reddened, softly sobbing. After all, he was still a kid. Despite the training, this was his first time encountering such an event, and thinking back, he was still scared.

"Tell Dad, how did you get back?" Desmond gently wiped away Jude’s tears. Knowing Eric Holt’s nature, how could he have let Jude return so easily?