His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 664

"Sigh, you always know how to put me on the spot." The gatekeeper, despite his initial hesitation, finally let his guard down and allowed Helen to bring the crew into the mansion. "Get your work done and make sure you're out of here before anyone notices."

"Absolutely, no problem."

Helen, with two women in tow, made her way around the corner to the kitchen. In this grand old mansion, everyone had their own tasks, and nobody bothered with anyone else's business. The two women she brought in slipped by without raising any eyebrows.

"Emily, you take care of that grease disposal. Lucy, I need you to clean the range hood. Do a solid job, and when the madam returns, I'll make sure you get a nice little bonus."

"Of course, Helen. We've got this."

"Great, I'll check on your work later."

With her instructions laid out, Helen found a quiet nook to enjoy some sunflower seeds. Fiona was amazed at how easily she'd gotten into the mansion; she had expected more of a challenge. She'd even set aside a thousand bucks as a bribe for Helen, which worked like a charm. Money sure had its magic — it could open doors to both heaven and hell, and buy just about anything in between.

Pushing a cart loaded with grease, Fiona discreetly slipped out of the kitchen, on a mission to find the baby's room. She had visited the mansion a few times during her college days with Rory, so she had a decent sense of the place. But since it had been renovated, it was a bit different now.

Room by room, she searched, until luck was on her side and she heard the baby's cries. Following the sound, she quickly found the baby's room. Stealthily, she peeked through the door. Inside, two young nannies were feeding the baby. The little one, clearly sleepy, soon drifted off amid their soft humming.

Once the baby was settled, the nannies went on to other chores, leaving the door slightly open. Fiona, with a mask and hat for disguise, quietly slipped in, carefully placing the sleeping baby onto her cart. Covered with a tarp and still sound asleep, the baby didn't raise any suspicion.

Taking advantage of the moment, Fiona wheeled the baby out under the pretense of disposing of grease, successfully sneaking the little one out of the mansion. When the nannies returned after just a brief moment, they were horrified to find the baby gone.

"Madam, the nannies had just lulled Brett to sleep and stepped away for a moment to clean a bottle, and then... he was gone."

Gone? Who would dare something so bold? The mansion's staff had been meticulously selected, their backgrounds scrutinized, and contracts signed. It seemed impossible for them to be involved in something like this. Audrey's hands clenched tightly. Had a thief really breached their home?

"Have the security tapes been checked?"

"Madam, we're working on it. Should we... should we inform the young master and his wife?" Marian's voice trembled with anxiety and fear.

This wasn't like losing a pet. This was Brett, the pride of the Welton family. If he had indeed been taken, how on earth would they find him?