CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO LEAVE

Chloe puffed up her little lips in a bit of a sulk, looking adorably chubby.

But those lively eyes held a hint of cleverness that Sienna Quinn hadn’t noticed, her mind turning quickly, increasingly anticipating the events inside.

Sienna Quinn gently pinched his chin and said with a radiant smile, "How could my handsome son show up just anywhere?"

The little boy pouted, arrogantly raising his head.

"In that case, I won’t attend," Evan Quinn wasn’t stubborn either.

Looking at his cute little demeanor, it brought a smile to Sean Carter’s lips.

After settling Evan Quinn, Sienna Quinn turned and left.

Evan Quinn sat in the car, glancing at the rearview mirror, his pupils suddenly shrinking, a hint of suspicion on his brows.

Sweetly, he said to Evan Quinn, "Uncle Carter, I’m going to the restroom, I’ll be right back."

"I’ll go with you."

"I’m already a grown-up, I can handle this little affair by myself."

Seeing Evan Quinn’s determined demeanor, Sean Carter had no choice but to agree.

Sean Carter was hastily returning to the country this time, not yet familiar with the domestic situation, there were piles of documents in the car yet to be seen, not to mention Evan Quinn, who wasn’t someone to be easily bullied.

Fluent in three languages—French, English, and Chinese, and a computer whiz, his innocent little face always makes people lower their guard.

Sean Carter had often suffered from this sweet-talking little rascal.

No one has yet appeared capable of kidnapping him.

With his small body, taking advantage of Sean Carter’s unawareness, he didn’t directly enter the White Palace Hotel, but instead, quietly hid behind a street lamp.

On the roadside, there stood a delicate woman in a dress.

Though not as beautiful as Mommy, this woman wasn’t unfamiliar to the little one.

His chubby little fist tightened around the street lamp.

Before in France, many times Sienna Quinn was drunk in front of her computer, with domestic news on the screen, and this woman before him was someone Mommy had searched for multiple times.

Crunch.

A small car stopped in front of Vera Yates, and a person got out, handing over a white powdery package to her.

"Miss Vance, why do you want this stuff so late?"

The man raised his eyebrows, looking at her with a playful smirk.

"Things you shouldn’t know, don’t ask frivolously."

Vera Yates furrowed her brows and handed a thick wad of dollars to the man.

The latter checked the money excitedly before driving off satisfied.

Vera Yates stood in the cold wind, gazing at the white powder in her hands, her gloomy eyes reflected on her face.

"Sienna Quinn, it’s been a long time, how can greetings be without gifts?"

Sienna Quinn? Mommy’s name! Evan Quinn’s little ears perked up, quickly drawn with attention, secretly following Vera Yates into the White Palace Hotel.

...

Sienna Quinn returned to the private room, looking at Vera Yates’ empty seat, her brows slightly furrowed, realizing everyone was already playing games, Felix Orwell was already enjoying himself, seeing Sienna Quinn return, he quickly came over and wrapped his arm around Sienna Quinn’s neck, "What took you so long?"

"Chloe is downstairs."

"Why didn’t you let her come up?"

Mentioning Chloe, Felix Orwell’s eyes were full of indulgence.

"The occasion... isn’t right."

Sienna Quinn glanced at Landon Lawson beside her, their faces almost identical, she felt a lurch in her heart; once Evan Quinn appeared, the secret would definitely be discovered, and her identity as the former wife would be exposed, placing Evan Quinn in the spotlight.

Moreover, she didn’t want Landon Lawson to know that they had another son.

Before reincarnation, twice their attempts to kill their son, now knowing Evan Quinn’s existence, what actions would be taken?

"President Quinn, you’re finally back, we’re playing truth or dare, whoever the bottle points at must answer a question, or drink if they choose not to answer."

After a few rounds, Sienna Quinn answered some questions, the playful atmosphere temporarily relieved all post-return pressures.

Landon Lawson coldly watched Sienna Quinn’s playful expression.

This expression had never bloomed due to him, an undercurrent of anger in his heart, could being with him be so exhausting, always plotting an escape?

Without his permission, no one can leave!