Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy

Chapter 2013

It was getting dark. A storm seemed to be coming. The pressure was so heavy that people felt stuffy. Tinge finally took out his phone and called Scottson. This was something he had always wanted to do. He wanted to question Scottson angrily long before, but he felt that there was no need to do so. Did an executioner need a reason to kill people?

Money was the root of evil. Everyone wanted to be rich. Scottson also wanted to own more money. Tinge's dad's death was like this upcoming storm that had been weighing heavily on him and his brother Keith for many years. They had never relaxed for a moment and always remembered their revenge on Scottson.

The call was answered very quickly, and Scottson's hoarse voice sounded fierce, "Who is that?"

"If you want your son alive, come to the place I said." Tinge's voice sounded calm and composed, though he hated Scottson so much.

"My son is kidnapped by you. Who exactly are you and what do you want? Don't kill him. I'll give you money. A lot of money." Scottson panicked as well. This was something that Tinge had never thought about before. He thought that a demon like Scottson was a cold-blooded animal with no emotions. Now, it seemed that he had overestimated Scottson.

"Money? Did you get your money legally? How many innocent people did you kill to get the money? I don't want that. I want your son's life so that you can feel the despair of losing your loved one." Tinge's cold voice was filled with ridicule as he told Scottson.

Scottson remained silent on the phone for a long time, but it could tell that he was extremely angry. Perhaps no one had picked him up for too long. So he had almost forgotten the feeling of being threatened. At this moment, he wanted to smash his phone fiercely, but his son was kidnapped by Tinge. So he didn't do that.

"Alright, where do you want me to meet you? I can come to see you. You don't want money but my life. Who are you? Who did I kill?" Scottson was not stupid, because there were too many people who overestimated themselves and wanted to seek revenge on him. But they all had been killed by him. He believed that the result today would be the same, and no one could defeat him in his territory. He had absolute confidence.

Tinge did not particularly pick a place. He asked Scottson to come to his company.

"You must be Tinge right? I know you're the one who started that company." When Scottson heard the name of the company, his back stiffened. He had already guessed Tinge's identity. He gritted his teeth in hatred and said, "You two brothers are too weak. Your father has been dead for so many years. But now you seek revenge on me. I have to tell you that the person who killed your father was not me. My former partner killed your father. My partner already died. So you should not seek revenge on me."

Scottson craftily wanted to confuse the truth.

"Your partner is dead. But you are also to blame. I'll give you two hours. Come here now. Otherwise, your dear son won't be able to call you father again." Tinge coldly warned him.

"Tinge, he is still a child. How can you attack a child?" Scottson said angrily, wanting to summon Tinge's conscience.

"When my father died, did you consider that he still had two underage children?" Tinge couldn't suppress his anger and asked back.

Scottson couldn't say a word. That's right, he never cared about the consequences of his actions. At this moment, it was his turn to repay this kind of feeling.

"I'm coming. Don't hurt him." Scottson hung up the phone and gathered his subordinates with a sinister expression, "Kill Tinge and Keith. Whoever kills them, I will give a reward of $10 million."NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

This was the first time his subordinates had heard such a high reward. They were so excited that their eyes turned red. They loudly echoed him, wanting to get the money.

"You can kill Tinge and Keith. But you must guarantee my son's safety. Whoever dares to injure my son, I will also injure him." Scottson was almost sixty years old. He had suffered several injuries. The doctor told him that he was no longer fertile. As he got older, only one son of his was still fine. Of course, he had to keep his last son alive.

Scottson's men set off, wanting to kill Tinge and Keith.

Tinge held his phone and stared at the dark night outside the window through the curtain. Tonight, it would be a tough battle. He had promised Creamy that he would return alive.

When Tinge promised to Creamy, he was full of confidence. But at this moment, he was nervous.

He wasn't afraid of death. He was just afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep his promise and disappoint her.

Before Tinge met Creamy, he had

already prepared to die together with his enemies. Therefore, during all these years, he had no romantic

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express their love to him. But-he didn't want to start a romantic rétationship until Creamy suddenly came into his life.

Tinge frowned. He almost couldn't remember when he had feelings for her. He only remembered her bright and sincere eyes.

He couldn't think about Creamy any further. Tinge took out her notebook, kissed it, and embraced it. Then, he turned around and arranged everything.

Cynthia and Jack had already found the best sniper location. Tinge had bought quite a few equipments here, so what they were currently holding in theinhands were the best and most advanced weapons. Their self-confidence had also doubled.

"Cynthia, if we win this battle, will you plan to retire and marry someone?" Jack asked her in a low voice.

"Yes, I can't let him wait for me." Cynthia's answer was simple and firm, which was even more straightforward than a man's.

"I really can't imagine who will fall in love with you." Jack suppressed his laughter for fear of being beaten up.

"Don't I look like a woman? Don't I have any femininity?" Cynthia was puzzled. In the past, if Jack dared to tease her, she would definitely beat him. But now, she wanted to be gentler like a mild woman.

"No, you look like a woman, but you behave like a real man." Jack hurriedly explained in a low voice.

"That's enough. I thought you said I wasn't pretty enough." Cynthia felt released.

The lights in the factory lit up. This

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was the only way for Scottson to enter. In the darkness on both sides of the company, Keith and Jensen also had their responsibilities. Jensen could control all the drones by himself, the combat strength of which could not be underestimated.

Time passed bit by bit. The pressure of the storm became heavier and heavier. Everyone seemed to have some difficulty gasping for breath. Everyone was waiting for this tough battle.

In the distance, a row of car lights suddenly lit up. The car quickly and crazily rushed over, like a tide.

Tinge was fearless. But Keith was a little nervous. He had sweat on his back.

Cynthia and Jack had already made full preparations, waiting for the target to enter sight.