Drake’s heart trembled, and he swiftly concealed himself out of sight. Camping out lately hadn’t even allowed him a clear glimpse of Persephone.

Meanwhile, Bianca’s relentless phone calls persisted.

“Dickinson, what are you up to all day? I asked you to take a child, not divine apples. Is it really that challenging?”

‘Damn it!’ Drake cursed silently. ‘Stealing those apples might indeed be easier!’

Despite his inner frustrations, he forced a smile. “Heh… Ms. Bianca, t-this isn’t a cakewalk! I’ve been keeping a close watch these days. Those bodyguards are all armed. I’ll get shot at if I rashly try to snatch the kid!”

“You’re worthless.” Bianca scoffed. “I’ve greased palms on my end, and you’re letting me down!”

Drake suppressed his anger and remained silent.

you can’t get this done, forget about your presidential suite and a single cent! Go back to your village and embrace

prospect. Going from luxury to poverty was a brutal shift. His time in Centrolis had spoiled him with city extravagances,

of VIP. It was a life beyond his wildest dreams from his days of hardship. Losing all of it because of

phone. “Ms. Bianca, please don’t be

out

find a way, alright?” Drake assured her. “A little girl isn’t a big

you’re true to your

Drake anxious and unsure of his

limited brainpower to think things through. The child Bianca desired was from an esteemed background. Would

snatch a girl with a similar upbringing? He could ask for less money since he hadn’t secured

thinking he was rather clever. This

tune humming in his head, he returned to the hotel. Before entering, he made a pit stop at a convenience store for a few beer cans,

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