Mommy，We Got a Husband

"I'm asking you. How did you find this place and get in?" Cormac now hated Ambrose to the core, wishing he could punch him in the face.

Seeing Cormac so agitated, Ambrose slowly put out his cigarette, stood up, and said, "Mr. Nash, no need to get so worked up. We're old friends, after all." "Bullshit" Cormac said angrily. "You're trespassing!"

"Even if I am, so what?" Ambrose sneered. "With the way your place is so bare, even the police wouldn't believe I'm a thief." "Ambrose, what do you want?!" Cormac was truly fed up. He just wanted to live a quiet, ordinary life. Why was it so hard?

"I told you last time. I've made it clear to Alaric too. I've cut ties with him. I won't help you with anything!" Cormac snapped.

"Mr. Nash, don't be so absolute," Ambrose said slowly. "I know you would rather starve than accept a penny from Alaric. I truly admire your dignity. But if you won't think of yourself, won't you think of that little girl named Aurora?" 'What?' When Cormac heard this, his heart raced. He quickly grabbed Ambrose by the collar and furiously demanded, "What have you done to Aurora?"

"Isn't Aurora out sketching now? I just sent a few people to look after her. She won't be harmed," Ambrose replied.

Hearing this, Cormac was terrified. He hurriedly called Aurora's art teacher, but Ambrose said, "No need to call her teacher. Her teacher won't dare answer your call now."

Cormac's heart was in turmoil, but he still called Aurora's teacher. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered.

"Ambrose, you bastard! Aurora is just a child, and you stoop so low as to target a child? Are you even human?" Cormac yelled.

"Mr. Nash, you're being too harsh. I'm just having someone take good care of her. Whether she gets hurt depends on whether you cooperate," Ambrose said.

"Shameless!" Cormac pressed Ambrose against the window. They were on the fifth floor, and he felt an urge to push this despicable man out.

"Mr. Nash, don't be so agitated. It's easy to kill me now, but after you do, your troubles will multiply. I know you're not afraid of trouble, but you should think it over," Ambrose reminded him. "Ambrose!" Cormac didn't want to hear another word from him. He was shaking in anger.

How could there be someone as shameless as Ambrose in this world?!

"Alright, Mr. Nash, calm down first. We'll talk when you're calm," Ambrose voiced.

Cormac let go of Ambrose's collar and called Aurora's teacher again, but still, no one answered.

"Mr. Nash, no need to try again. No one will answer your call. Don't think about calling the police or recording anything. You have a hostage in our hands," Ambrose continued. Cormac now had no power or influence; it was just him and Aurora relying on each other for survival. Now that Aurora was under Ambrose's control, he had no options.

"What do you want me to do?" Cormac suppressed his inner rage.

"Very simple," Ambrose said. "Alaric and Todd are competing to acquire a jewelry company. The condition for the acquisition is a jewelry design competition."

Cormac continued, "I heard Alaric's design draft for the competition is already set. I want you to go to Alaric, who will surely give you a good position at Nexus Innovations. You steal that design draft. As long as Alaric doesn't submit the design draft on the due date, he'll lose his qualification for the acquisition. It's that simple."

"Despicable!" Cormac cursed. "You don't even have the courage for fair competition. Even if you succeed in the acquisition, what's the point?"

"Mr. Nash, you're right. Good people like you look down on our methods," Ambrose sighed. "I really don't want to bother you again, sincehis jewelry company will belong to Todd, not me. But that bastard Todd is forcing me to help him succeed in the acquisition. I have no other way but to bother you again."

Ambrose went on, "Think about it. The only person Alaric completely trusts, who can freely enter his office, is you. Mr. Nash. So, I have no other choice. Once you steal the design draft and Alaric loses his qualification, we'll immediately return Aurora, unharmed."

Cormac clenched his fists tightly. He hated himself for being powerless, for not even being able to protect Aurora.

"Mr. Nash, think it over. I'll wait for your call tomorrow morning." Ambrose left his business card on the table.

At the door, Ambrose stopped and said deliberately, "I know this is difficult for you, Mr. Nash; but Alaric brought this on himself. The Nash family's downfall is all because of Alaric, isn't it? Anyone else would feel guilty doing this, but not you, because Alaric owes you."

With that, Ambrose walked out, closing the door behind him. Cormac punched the wall in frustration.

'Damn it! These despicable, shameless bastards, these inhuman beasts!' he cursed inwardly.

That night, Cormac tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He didn't want to have anything to do with Alaric anymore, but if he didn't do as Ambrose said, Aurora would be in danger.

He had heard of Todd, who was ruthless and wouldn't hesitate to harm even a child like Aurora.

Aurora had a tough life from the start, and she was such an obedient and sensible child. He couldn't let anything happen to her.

The next day, after Alaric finished his morning meeting and returned to his office, his phone rang. It was the receptionist calling. "Mr. Knight, someone is here to see you." "I'm busy. I'm not seeing anyone," Alaric refused.

"It's Mr. Nash," the receptionist said.

Cormac?

Why would Cormac come here to see him?

"Let him in," Alaric said quickly, feeling both excited and nervous.