NovelEnglishChapter 820
The car roared to life, accelerating quickly down the road.
The little girl in the backseat, named Margot, quickly realized she had been kidnapped. Her mind raced with
images of scary men from the TV, the kind who snatched kids away in broad daylight.
Everything around her screamed danger, but Margot managed to keep her cool. She was only three years old,
but she'd already seen stough times. This kidnapping was just another lousy day compared to what she'd
been through before. Her mind was now focused on one thing: getting out of this mess.
She figured that kidnappers must have sstandards. Surely, they wouldn't want a dull-witted kid. With that
thought, she decided to put on a show. She started flailing her chubby legs and shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Hey! Who's the genius that thought they could take me? Do you even know who | am? I'm the Treasure Keeper
from the heavens, down here to spread the wealth! Letgo! | haven't finished my mission!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMargot kicked and screamed like a pint-sized tornado, even though her hands were tied and only her legs were
free. She made such a fuss that it was a wonder the driver didn't lose their cool. But the driver, the only other
person in the car, kept their eyes on the road, ignoring her completely.
Not one to give up easily, Margot kept on yelling, acting every bit the little wild child she'd seen on TV. But the
only response she got was the whoosh of the wind outside and the relentless summer buzz of cicadas.
Then, her flailing legs accidentally hit the back of the driver's seat. A sharp voice snapped at her, "Stop
squirming!"
Margot froze. A woman! But there was something familiar about the woman's voice, like she'd heard it
somewhere before. She racked her brain but couldn't place it. Just then, the woman started talking on her phone.
"Got her. We're on the way... seems a bit dim-witted, though. Are you sure we got the right one? Okay, got it..."
Wait a minute. Was the woman thinking of letting her go?
Margot waited and waited, but mercy didn't seem to be on the agenda. Her throat hurt from all the shouting, and
her head ached from where she'd bumped it during her struggles.
Lying exhausted on the seat, she tried one last plea, her voice a bit raspy: "Ma'am, could you just letgo? I'm
the Treasure Keeper, remember? Or do you plan to keeplike skind of good luck charm?"
The woman ignored her, stone-cold silent.
Ten minutes later, the car slowed to a stop.
Margot was carried into a dimly lit room. Finally, the bag over her head was
yanked off, the room's soft light not bothering her eyes one bit. But when she saw
the man sitting across from her, her small body went rigid with fear.
It was Maurice.
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