His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 297

No matter how Casper treated Eliza, he had undeniably saved her son. Today, he’d also run with Brock at sports day, boosting Brock’s confidence immensely. She couldn't forget these things.

Even though she harbored resentment and hatred towards him, she had no interest in getting involved with the Welton family or Welton International’s affairs. Now that he knew about her plan, there was no way she'd get a chance to steal those crucial blueprints.

“I...”

He sneered, “Such a golden opportunity. Wouldn’t it be a shame to waste it?”

“If I didn’t abandon the plan, would you give me a chance to carry it through?”

They stared each other down, each with their own motives, probing for weaknesses.

After a moment, he laughed. “What's your goal? To grab the Blue Mountain blueprints and help Zach climb the ladder? Or do you just want to see Welton International crash and burn to get back at me for everything you’ve suffered?”

He knew he owed her and would be willing to repay that debt. He didn’t even carry a grudge.

However, would he hand over his life’s work to Zach? Out of the question.

Eliza didn’t believe for a second that Casper, who lived and breathed Welton International, would let her drive it to ruin.

“Looks like you have some self-awareness about your past deeds. If Welton International actually goes under, maybe, just maybe, I’d... let bygones be bygones.”

Her words were meant to provoke him. She knew he wouldn't jeopardize his empire for her so-called forgiveness.

“Does it not matter that Zach’s using you?” he chuckled.

Of course, Eliza knew Zach wanted to use her for his agenda, which is why she hadn’t agreed immediately. Zach and Casper were both no saints. Helping either wouldn't end well for her. The best strategy was to side with neither and let them tear each other apart without dragging her into it.

“Mr. Casper, you don’t need to worry about that. If there’s nothing else, I’m heading upstairs to rest.”

Eliza turned and walked upstairs. Casper sat in the empty living room, lit a cigarette, and brought it to his lips. His demeanor was calm and indifferent, yet his mind was heavy with thoughts.

“Eliza.” A dark car pulled up. The window rolled down, revealing Aaron's anxious face. “Come on, get in. We’ll chase them.”

“Oh, okay, okay.”

Eliza stumbled into Aaron’s car. She pointed at the minivan not far ahead, her fingers trembling. “That’s the vehicle. Brock’s inside! Aaron, please catch up to it.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to Brock.”

Aaron’s car sped up. He comforted Eliza while keeping an eye on the minivan ahead.

“Why would someone kidnap a child in broad daylight? Did you offend someone?” he asked.

Eliza shook her head in panic. “No, I have no idea who these kidnappers are.”

Aaron pressed the accelerator harder, and at a sharp turn, he managed to stop the silver minivan. Eliza pushed open the door and ran out. As the minivan’s door opened, Brock was thrown out. The vehicle shifted into reverse, attempting to escape.