My Mommy Is A CEO

After a short while, the convoy arrived at the riverside. They walked along the embankment and first came across a vast grassland, followed by a sandy beach. Jacob got out of his car with his men to inspect the area before opening Lucia’s door.

“We’re here, get out,” he said.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, Lucia was hit by a refreshing breeze mixed with the scent of grass and faint fishy smell from the river. She could hear frogs croaking and crickets chirping in her ears. If she wasn’t trapped in this situation, she would have enjoyed this peaceful night.

Lucia looked towards the riverbank where there was a sand dredger parked with bright lights shining on it. There was also a small sand hill piled up on its deck, and several men were waving at Jacob from its front.

Lucia half-closed her eyes. Jacob was really deliberate, letting the sand dredger wait in such a remote location. If Arthur hadn’t tracked her location, even if it was estimated that Jacob might escape by water, he would give priority to inspecting the docks along the coast.

Seeing Lucia staring at the dredger, Jacob walked over and grabbed her arm, ignoring her struggle and laughed,

“Lucia, I’m going to wrong you later. I know Arthur is smart, so I found a sand dredger privately. Even if he chased here, he wouldn’t expect us to be on this kind of boat.”

Lucia glared at Jacob but turned away without saying anything.

Jacob then ordered one of his men to cover Lucia’s bound hands with their coat before paying off their driver and telling him leave immediately. He then ordered everyone else down along the embankment path which was difficult due it being remote. There were no roads built here except for muddy steps carved by local fishermen themselves onto landslides beside riverside cliffs.

Several times, Lucia almost fell, but she never said a word, and even if she fell, she would never ask Jacob for help.

Jacob was annoyed by Lucia’s stubbornness, but he didn’t want to hurt her either. In the end, he had no choice but to have a strong bodyguard lift her and carry her face down. With her stomach pressed against the guard’s shoulder, Lucia felt suffocated and nauseous. Her mood was already bad, and now she was even more irritated.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Jacob! Are you really that useless? Do you need your bodyguard to do this?”

Upon hearing Lucia’s words, Jacob immediately stopped in his tracks and turned to glare at her. He wasn’t avoiding a confrontation, but he was also having a difficult time moving. If he were to fall for Lucia’s provocation, both of them might end up falling down.

“Put me down!” Lucia shouted, trying to suppress her nausea. “My stomach feels terrible!”

The bodyguard looked at Jacob with hesitation.

Jacob frowned and could only let the bodyguard put Lucia down. He personally supported her step by step towards the bottom.

Even this kind of contact made Lucia disgusted. When they were close to the beach, there were still a few muddy steps left. She moved her shoulder and bumped into Jacob, causing him to kneel forward almost falling on his face. He was holding onto Lucia’s arm but luckily the bodyguard quickly grabbed her before she fell too, so only he embarrassed himself.

“You!” Jacob turned his head and glared at Lucia, so angry that he didn’t know what to say.

Lucia looked at Jacob’s disheveled appearance with an uncontrollable smile in her eyes shining like stars which momentarily stunned him.

When she noticed that he was staring at herself, Lucia easily withdrew her smile and covered it up with a hint of gloominess,

“Jacob, stay away from me when we get on the boat or I’ll knock you into the river.”

Rarely enough for him not to retort back this time around. Instead, he stood up and patted his knees before continuing forward without saying anything else.

Lucia coldly snorted in response. What was he pretending for? If it were Arthur instead of him even if there were mountains of knives or seas of flames ahead, Arthur would never let go of her hand until they reached their destination safely.

After boarding the boat, Jacob displayed an unusually calm demeanor. He instructed the bodyguard to take Lucia to a cabin before finally loosening her restraints. However, he remained vigilant, standing nearby and pointing a gun at her to keep watch. Lucia had no intention of escaping in the first place, so she scoffed at Jacob’s caution.

The cabin was both dimly lit and cramped with heavy scent lingering in air – a mixture between men’s sweat odor mixed together with cigarette smoke. It even made someone like Jacob who stood near doorway frown involuntarily yet Lucia still maintained an indifferent attitude throughout all this.

“I’m sorry about all this,” said Jacob, “just stay here tonight okay? Don’t try escaping because I’ve already had all windows nailed shut beforehand.”

Lucia stood beneath the tungsten filament lamp that flickered every few seconds due to poor contact, coldly observing Jacob. She neither expressed any opinion nor sat down.

“There’s a chair over there,” Jacob pointed with his gun, understanding that Lucia would never lay on that sweaty little bed.

But Lucia remained motionless, as silent as a statue, with no hint of emotion showing on her features, not even the slightest change in expression.

Jacob felt helpless deep within himself then sighed, “What are you being stubborn for when things have already come to this?”

“When things have already come to this,” finally speaking up now, Lucia imitated Jacob’s tone, “Why are you trying escape?”

Jacob’s eyes widened in anger, and he knew that arguing with Lucia would only lead to both of them losing. With a cold snort, he turned around and slammed the cabin door shut, locking it from the outside.

The already cramped space felt even smaller with the door closed, and the air seemed to freeze in place. The unpleasant smell grew stronger, making Lucia wrinkle her nose as she slowly backed up onto a stool.

Was Lucia tired? Of course she was tired. She just refused to give up. She couldn’t bow down before Jacob’s arrogance.

Sitting on the stool and surveying her surroundings, Lucia noticed that Jacob had been right about the windows being nailed shut. She sneered at his supposed thoroughness before lowering her head to touch the watch Arthur had given her earlier that morning, hoping he could follow her trail…

As their sand dredger sailed forward into darkness, Arthur’s convoy arrived at the riverbank half an hour later.

Everyone got out of their cars looking worried but not showing any signs of fatigue.

“Mr. Davies,” Jack said to him as they gathered around him. “According to our locator device, Lucia should have been here.”

“Jacob changing waterways isn’t surprising,” Arthur analyzed with a frown on his face. “The problem is we don’t know which boat he took or where he went next. This will make finding them much harder.”

“We’ll search nearby first,” Kane suggested calmly knowing how important it was for Arthur to think clearly under pressure. “Arthur, think about what we should do next.”

“Okay,” Arthur agreed since there wasn’t much else they could do for now except look for clues nearby.