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

injured and the two children missing, this was a complete deviation from the plan she had

her signaling him with her eyes.

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

and asked, “You’re Drake

to

“Did you and your son collaborate to kidnap the

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

that further discussion would reveal too much.

a crude trick

claim they were conspiring? Is

they’ve gone now… That little brat probably wanted to keep that girl

glanced at him. The Thompsons’ men had arrived

kindly escort Mr. Dickinson back. Attend to his

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