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!”

faces as he taunted, “We’ve had our sights set on

time

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

artists’ offspring, Melon had

children, and they knew he could

you afraid of retribution?” Remy’s voice thundered as he held his ground,

discreetly slid her phone into her pocket, her fingers tracing the screen’s

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

she had to take a gamble, hoping the call

Holden

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