Bianca remained composed and grinned. “Ms. Thompson, don’t you trust me?”

“I only trust in evidence.”

“But Nala Chriss is missing, and it’s linked to Lena’s adoptive father and brother. That’s a fact!”

Lina blinked, surprised and almost bursting into laughter. How could someone tell such blatant lies with a straight face?

Did she truly believe the security cameras in the hotel’s backyard were completely malfunctioning? Did she genuinely think that with the Thompsons and Hamertons’ resources, they couldn’t fix a single surveillance camera?

Zuko comfortingly patted Lina’s shoulder and discreetly handed her his phone.

Lina glanced at the message he had received from his subordinate: [Mr. Hamerton, we’re working diligently to recover the surveillance data. The truth will come out very soon!]

Lina couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. Bianca was only making her situation worse by hastily accusing Lena. They just needed to remain patient, and she would expose herself.

Just then, the butler rushed in, looking somewhat flustered. Several police officers followed him. They scanned the room and sternly inquired, “Can anyone here confirm that they are Lena Harding?”

Fleur stood up straight. “Officers, what’s going on?”

“Are you Lena Harding?”

“I—”

“We’ve received a report linking Ms. Lena Harding to a kidnapping case.”

“What?”

Lena was alarmed.

“Please cooperate with our investigation, Ms. Harding. Come with us.”

It had been more than a day since Nala was kidnapped.

bowl of cold, watery soup and a stale bun. Nala had been pampered since childhood and had

Nala’s struggle, Alexander reached for her small hand. Her hand was

when they first met. Her hair was disheveled from Drake’s makeover, and she wore his dirty clothes. Even her hands were filthy, with

a sudden pang in his

were their only provisions—the only

to cough violently, a piece of the stale bun stuck in her throat. Alexander

it’s okay. Eat some of mine.” Alexander broke off a piece

Nala, people can’t change

crumbs. She stared at him for a moment before nodding,

stomach, she would have the energy to do what needed to

stopped crying and took the bun, sinking

is as hard as a brick.

He slowly turned to

pulled Nala closer after a brief silence. “Do

“Huh?”

you need to

“Ms. Thompson,

trust

it’s linked to Lena’s

bursting into laughter. How could someone tell such blatant

hotel’s backyard were completely malfunctioning? Did she genuinely think that with the Thompsons and Hamertons’ resources,

Lina’s shoulder and discreetly handed her his

we’re working diligently to recover

only making her situation worse by hastily accusing Lena.

then, the butler rushed in, looking somewhat flustered. Several police officers followed him. They scanned the room and sternly inquired, “Can anyone here confirm that

straight.

“Are you Lena Harding?”

“I—”

a report linking Ms. Lena Harding

“What?”

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