Daddy Is Coming, and No One Will Survive

Chapter 39

"Didn't Rosemary just say that on the phone? Do I need to repeat it?" Sylvie responded coldly. "If we want Rosemary to sign the contract, we need to see the stock certificates and dividends first, or..."

"Sylvie!" Wallace interrupted her sternly. "Preparing the stock contracts and dividends also takes time. Dad promised, so he'll deliver!"

"You..." Sylvie opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately held back.

"Rosemary, why don't you go with Grandpa first? Don't keep the people from Eastoria Building waiting!" Wallace then turned to Rosemary.

"Okay." Rosemary nodded after a brief moment of thought.

"Rosemary, let me go with you." Junior smiled lightly and stood up.

"Dad, don't leave. I want you to stay with me, I don't want you to leave," Laurel said, shaking Junior's hand vigorously when she heard he was leaving.

"Junior, why don't you stay home and play with Laurel? I'll go with Rosemary," Harley suggested.

"That works. If anything happens, call me anytime," Junior replied after a moment of consideration.

"Okay!" Harley nodded, then turned to Rosemary. "Let's go, sis!"

"Alright!" Rosemary responded and headed for the door.

Danny glared at Wallace and Junior again before leaving.

"Wallace, you're too timid," Sylvie said angrily once they were gone. "I bet you, after Rosemary helps them sign the contract, they'll go back on their word!"

"Sylvie, I know you have a lot of resentment towards the Jackson family," Wallace sighed before continuing. "But since my father personally came to invite us, we shouldn't be too unreasonable."

"Hmph, I don't want to talk to you!" Sylvie glared at him angrily. "I'm going to cook!"

"Make more, Junior and Timothy will be home for lunch!" Wallace called out loudly.

"I know!" Sylvie muttered, "Too nosy!" Her mood today was actually quite good, especially seeing Danny and his son's frustrated looks. She felt relieved; it had been a long time since she felt this delighted! She knew it was all thanks to Junior, and her perception of him had changed invisibly. At least today, she was willing to let Junior stay for lunch.

"Thanks, Auntie!" Junior and Timothy exchanged glances and smiled.

"Dad, Grandma's cooking is delicious. You have to eat more later," Laurel said sweetly on the side.

"Haha, okay!" The two laughed again.

"Junior, can Rosemary really get the Eastoria Building contract signed? No surprises, right?" Wallace asked Junior.

"Uncle, don't worry, there won't be any problems!" Junior nodded with a smile.

"That's good!" Wallace's face showed relief.

Time passed quickly, an hour flew by in the blink of an eye.

Ding! Ding! At this moment, Wallace's phone received a text message, and he looked at it—it was from Rosemary.

"Haha, it's done, it's really done!" Wallace was extremely excited after reading the message.

"What's got you so happy?" Sylvie walked out of the kitchen.

"The contract is signed!" Wallace laughed in response.

"I thought it was something big. Look at you, getting all happy, but it's not even your company!" Sylvie pouted before turning back to her chores.

"Junior, thank you so much, really grateful!" Wallace turned to Junior with sincerity in his eyes.

"Uncle, you're welcome. it's my pleasure!" Junior smiled.

"Awesome, Dad is the best. I knew Dad could do it," Laurel said loudly, putting down her toys.

"Haha, thanks for the praise, Laurel," Junior said, patting Laurel's little head.

Fifteen minutes later, Sylvie walked out of the kitchen again. "Call Rosemary and ask when they'll be home, so I can start cooking!"

"Sure!" Wallace was in high spirits and immediately dialed Rosemary's number.

"Rosemary, where are you guys now? How long until you get home?"

"We're in a taxi, probably about twenty minutes away," Rosemary responded.

"Okay, when you get off, can you pick up a bottle of wine for me? I want to have a few drinks with Junior and Timothy for lunch!" Wallace said with a smile.

Bang!

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a loud noise from the phone's speaker.

"Rosemary, what's happening!?" Wallace was slightly alarmed, calling out loudly.

However, there was no response from the other end.

"Rosemary? Rosemary?" Wallace called out again, but the line was dead. He quickly redialed.

But this time, the phone rang for a long time without anyone picking up.

"What's wrong, Uncle?" Junior asked, furrowing his brows.

"Their taxi must have gotten into an accident!" Wallace said with a hint of nervousness. "No one is answering Rosemary's phone."

"What?" Sylvie exclaimed, "Try calling Rosemary's phone again!"

"Okay!" Wallace nodded and dialed Rosemary's number once more.

The result was the same—no answer after ringing for a long time.

"No one's answering!" Wallace looked at Sylvie and Junior.

"Huh!?" Junior furrowed his brows again.

"They... couldn't be in trouble, could they?" Sylvie's voice was unusually tense.

"Waaah... Mommy, I want Mommy. Mommy will be fine..." Laurel started crying.

"Uncle, Auntie, watch over Laurel. I'll go look for Rosemary," Junior said, then rushed to the door with Timothy.

"You don't know where they are, where are you going to look?" Sylvie shouted.

"Don't worry too much, I'll find them," Junior said as he left the house.

Two minutes later, Timothy floored the gas pedal and shot out of the neighborhood.

"Head towards Jackson Group first!" Junior instructed and dialed Fatty Jones's number.

"Commander!" Fatty Jones answered after just one ring.

"I'm sending you a phone number. Have someone locate their position immediately!" Junior said in a serious tone.

"Okay!" Fatty Jones responded after a brief pause.

After hanging up, Junior sent Rosemary's number to Fatty Jones.

Ding! Ding!

In less than five minutes, Fatty Jones's message came back.

"Go here!" Junior set up the navigation and handed the phone to Timothy.

"Got it!" Timothy took the phone and floored the gas pedal. The address Fatty Jones provided was on a secluded road, rarely used by cars, probably known only to taxi drivers.

About fifteen minutes later, Timothy stopped the car next to a badly damaged taxi.