Everyone in the car was shocked.

Bianca approached cautiously, spotting dried blood beneath Drake’s head. She placed her hand under his nose and detected a faint breath.

Her hand trembled, and her eyes glinted ruthlessly as she raised her foot and kicked Drake.

“Get up!” she demanded.

Lina and Zuko joined her, discovering that the factory was now empty.

“Where’s the child?” Lina asked.

“Ow…” Drake groaned on the ground and struggled to get up. “Help, help… This brat!”

“Drake Dickinson!” Bianca exclaimed, exasperated.

knew Nala’s whereabouts. She had accused Drake and Alexander of conspiring with

this was a

ask for help when he caught her signaling him with her

Bianca’s warning—they were supposed to pretend they didn’t know each other

and

stammered, unable to meet his

you and your son collaborate to kidnap the Chriss

man, please don’t accuse me! My son, that brat… h-he’s the

would reveal too much. She

sneered. This was such a crude trick that it was both foolish and

said coldly, “Ms. Mosley, didn’t you claim they were

my ungrateful son actually attacked me with a brick! I don’t know where they’ve gone now… That little brat probably wanted to keep that girl for

him. The Thompsons’

Dickinson back. Attend to his injuries first, then

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