Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 820

The car roared to life, accelerating quickly down the road.

The little girl in the backseat, named Margot, quickly realized she had been kidnapped. Her mind raced with images of scary men from the TV, the kind who snatched kids away in broad daylight.

Everything around her screamed danger, but Margot managed to keep her cool. She was only three years old, but she'd already seen some tough times. This kidnapping was just another lousy day compared to what she'd been through before. Her mind was now focused on one thing: getting out of this mess.

She figured that kidnappers must have some standards. Surely, they wouldn't want a dull-witted kid. With that thought, she decided to put on a show. She started flailing her chubby legs and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Hey! Who's the genius that thought they could take me? Do you even know who I am? I'm the Treasure Keeper from the heavens, down here to spread the wealth! Let me go! I haven't finished my mission!"

her hands were tied and only her legs were free. She made such a fuss that it was a wonder the driver didn't lose their cool. But the driver, the only other person in the car, kept their eyes on

child she'd seen on TV. But

the driver's seat. A sharp voice snapped at her, "Stop

A woman! But there was something familiar about the woman's voice, like she'd heard it somewhere before. She racked her

seems a bit dim-witted, though.

Was the woman thinking of letting

be on the agenda. Her throat hurt from all the shouting, and her head ached from

bit raspy: "Ma'am, could you just let me go? I'm the Treasure Keeper, remember? Or

ignored

car slowed to