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.

Nala’s whereabouts. She had accused Drake and

this was a complete deviation from the plan she had devised

he caught her signaling him with her

were supposed to pretend they didn’t know

and asked, “You’re

stammered, unable to meet his

you and your son collaborate to

My son, that brat… h-he’s the one! Look at my head! He hit me with a

Bianca feared that further discussion would reveal too much. She looked at

crude trick that it was both foolish

they were conspiring? Is there discord

a brick! I don’t know where they’ve gone now… That little brat probably wanted to keep that girl for himself

him. The Thompsons’

Ian, kindly escort Mr. Dickinson back. Attend to his injuries first, then I

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