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.

had confidently declared that she knew Nala's whereabouts. She had accused Drake and Alexander of conspiring with Lena to

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

he caught her signaling him

Bianca's warning—they were supposed to pretend they didn't know each other in front of outsiders. He cowered

and

stammered, unable to

persisted. "Did you and your

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

enough!" Bianca feared that further discussion would reveal too much. She looked

such a crude trick that it was both foolish and

coldly, "Ms. Mosley, didn't you claim they were conspiring?

the 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 that girl for himself so he could have all the money from selling

The Thompsons' men had arrived

Mr. Dickinson back. Attend to his injuries first, then I have some questions to ask

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