Upon the resounding slam of the door, Ariana swiftly pivoted to discover two imposing men wielding knives, their malevolent glares squarely fixed upon her.

The elderly man, on the other hand, stood meekly beside them, cowering as if he were trembling with fear, his neck shrunk as he dared not look at them.

Remy, his fury unbridled, positioned himself protectively in front of Ariana.

He hurled at the elderly man and the two sinister human traffickers.

“You wretched scoundrels! Kidnappers of your ilk deserve the most severe retribution! Abducting innocent children-how shameless can you be?”

Desperate to explain himself, the elderly man raised his trembling hands and stammered, “It wasn’t me! I had no choice! My grandson is also in their clutches. I had no choice!”

he taunted, “We’ve had our sights set on this little one for

bided our time for

the day the production crew had arrived at the farm, this

celebrity artists’ offspring, Melon had

knew

voice thundered as he

moment, Ariana discreetly slid her phone into her pocket, her fingers tracing the screen’s surface by memory, accessing her contacts and dialing

phone’s fingerprint recognition was swift, and the call button was conveniently on

had to take a gamble, hoping the call would

other end, Holden

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