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Bianca couldn't hold back any longer and erupted, "Dickinson! You're absolutely absurd!"
Drake stared at her as if she had lost her mind.
Had he said something wrong? In his mind, baby boys were obviously more valuable. Instead of making more
money, this woman insisted on taking a worthless girl!
It seemed like women were just born with no value!
Drake's foolish yet unreasonable sense of superiority started to stir within him.
"Ms. Bianca, you really don't get it, do you?" He shook the bottle in his hand. "Girls, when they grow up, they have
to get married. Eventually, they'll belong to a man—"
"Shut up! Just do what I asked!" Bianca had no patience for talking. "Kidnap the child I requested!"
Bianca would lose her temper and shout when she got angry, not caring that they were in the hotel's backyard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven if no one was around, it was still a public place.
"Dickinson!" She panted and glared at him. Then she tossed a wad of cash at him.
Drake was caught off guard, and the bills fluttered like rain to the ground. When he saw the money, his eyes lit up,
and he didn't care about anything else. He knelt on the ground, picked up the bills ungracefully, and clenched them
in his hands.
Bianca sneered. "Now, can you go and kidnap the child?"
Drake nodded eagerly with a grin. "Yes, of course! Ms. Bianca, don't say one—I'll get you ten!"
"Can you understand human language or not?!" Bianca rolled her eyes at him. "I only want this child!"
"Alright, alright."
After picking up the money, Drake stood up, spat on his hand, and was about to count the amount— when he met
Bianca's disgusted gaze. He chuckled dryly and rubbed his hand on his clothes before tucking the wad of cash into
his pocket.
"After this is done, I'll give you even more than this," Bianca said coldly. "You just need to get the child. Don't forget,
you are not allowed to harm the child!"
The child was the Hamertons and Thompsons' treasure. She would be in big trouble if any harm came to the child.
"Okay, I'll remember." Drake nodded. "Ms. Bianca, just one more question... Why do you need this child for? You
can tell me so I can act accordingly."
Bianca looked at him. He might as well know since they were now on the same side. Besides, Drake also despised
Lena. The enemy of her enemy would be her friend.
Bianca cleared her throat. "The mother of that girl you adopted is a human trafficker, right?" "Huh?" Drake didn't
immediately grasp the situation.
"I want everyone, including Ms. Thompson, to see that the daughter of a human trafficker is also involved in human
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtrafficking! Lena, whom she trusts so much, is the mastermind behind her daughter's abduction!"
Bianca was confident in her plan, but Drake stood there, bewildered. "Isn't the mastermind... you?" he mumbled.
"Drake Dickinson!"
If Bianca had a knife in her hand, she might have wanted to stab him!
"Alright, alright, just do as I say! Keep your mouth shut about this matter, and don't breathe a word. If you dare to
mess up my plan, I'll make sure you have nowhere to hide!"
Drake nodded meekly, standing to the side as he watched Bianca leave in a hurry. He scratched his head and
opened the bottle to take a swig. He felt the fiery liquor burn down his throat, intoxicating yet comforting.
After he capped the bottle, he reached into his bulging pocket.
Well, no matter the plan, what was in this pocket was real!
Drake hummed a little tune as he walked to his room. Someone suddenly rushed toward him as he pulled out his
room key and was about to open the door.
"Ah!" Drake exclaimed.
He reverted to his menacing demeanor when he saw who it was, cursing, "You brat! Did you want to scare me to
death?"
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