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.

She had accused Drake and Alexander

missing, this was a complete deviation from

help when he caught her signaling him with

know each other in front of outsiders. He cowered

stepped forward and asked, "You're Drake

stammered, unable to

and your son

flustered. "Young man, please don't accuse me! My son, that brat... h-he's the one! Look

that further discussion would reveal too much. She looked at him sternly, silencing

such a crude trick that it was both

"Ms. Mosley, didn't you claim they were conspiring? Is there discord

opportunity. "Miss, 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

at him. The Thompsons' men

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

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