Belinda opened her suitcase and took out a pink anti-loss wrist band, which was commonly seen at train stations when a mother was alone with her child. Without any warning, she attached one end of the wrist strap to Monica's wrist.

"What are you doing?!" The girl screamed in fright. As she realized what had happened, she looked at her mother with astonishment. "Mom?!"

Belinda calmly put the other end of the strap on her own wrist, connecting them with a long spiral cord.

"Childish!" Monica was at a loss for words to describe her mother's behavior.

"Don't underestimate this thin cord. It's made of 59 strands of 404 steel wire reinforced with PVC cores and coated with PU. Ordinary scissors in a hotel can't cut it," Belinda said with a touch of pride. "Also, if you dare to tamper with this cord, I will receive an alarm.”

"..." Monica looked at her mother, shaking her head and giving her a thumbs up. "Amazing, truly amazing!"

“You've already escaped once. I have to be prepared early," Belinda smiled and told her. "This cord has a 15 times extension with rapid retraction and won't hinder you from doing anything. The maximum distance is 20 meters."

"Fine!" The girl accepted her fate.

"Alright, I'm going to rest in the room. You can do whatever you want," Belinda said, carrying her suitcase and heading inside.

Monica watched her mother's retreating figure, feeling more speechless than ever. It wasn't until she heard the door close that she slumped on the sofa, bored and picked up the man's information to take a look. After reading through the dense information on the three pages, she had to admit that he was quite outstanding.

35 years old, he wasn't

care

took root in her mind, Monica

huh?

her phone and sent

The general idea was-

her mother to a blind date tomorrow. She would send him the address when the time

a minute passed

but send another one, telling him that she had been put on an anti-loss cord by her mother and was in such a miserable situation. Surely, he wouldn't leave her hanging,

Two minutes went by...

Tristan still hadn't responded.

if he was willing to help her.

4 PM that Tristan finally replied with one word: "Alright." The girl's heart

agreed! How

Monica

not thinking of

daughter several times, only returning to her own room after seeing her sleeping soundly with even breaths. The wrist

to arrange a marriage for her daughter must not fall

The next morning.

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