Chapter 1516
Bianca remainedposed and grinned. “Ms. Thompson, don’t you trust me?”
“I only trust in evidence.”
“But N Chriss is missing, and it’s linked to Lena’s adoptive father and brother. That’s a fact!”
Lina blinked, surprised and almost bursting intoughter. How could someone tell such tant lies with
a straight face?
Did she truly believe the security cameras in the hotel’s backyard werepletely malfunctioning? Did
she genuinely think that with the Thompsons and Hamertons’ resources, they couldn’t fix a single
surveince camera?
Zukofortingly patted Lina’s shoulder and discreetly handed her his phone.
Lina nced at the message he had received from his subordinate: [Mr. Hamerton, we’re working
diligently to recover the surveince data. The truth wille out very soon!]
Lina couldn’t help but stifle augh. Bianca was only making her situation worse by hastily using
Lena. They just needed to remain patient, and she would expose herself.
Just then, the butler rushed in, looking somewhat flustered. Several police officers followed him. They
scanned the room and sternly inquired, “Can anyone here confirm that they are Lena Harding?”
Fleur stood up straight. “Officers, what’s going on?”
“Are you Lena Harding?”
“I—”
“We’ve received a report linking Ms. Lena Harding to a kidnapping case.”
“What?”
Lena was rmed.
“Please cooperate with our investigation, Ms. Harding. Come with us.”
–
It had been more than a day since N was kidnapped.
During this time, Drake had brought them food only once, consisting of a bowl of cold, watery soup and
a stale bun. N had been pampered since childhood and had never seen such meager rations. She
wanted to cry but held back her tears, slowly nibbling on the stale bun.
Seeing N’s struggle, Alexander reached for her small hand. Her hand was soft but cold.
After a day of hardship, N was no longer the princess she had been when they first met. Her hair
was disheveled from Drake’s makeover, and she wore his dirty clothes. Even her hands were filthy,
with scrapes on her arms and legs.
Alexander felt a sudden pang in his chest.
Yet, these were their only provisions—the only things keeping them alive.
Suddenly, N began to cough violently, a piece of the stale bun stuck in her throat. Alexander quickly
patted her back, and she eventually coughed it up. Overwhelmed, she burst into tears.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Eat some of mine.” Alexander broke off a piece of the bun and dipped it into the
soup, encouraging N to eat.
“I know it’s not very tasty, but this is our situation… N, people can’t change their surroundings. They
can only adapt to survive. Do you understand?”
N’s face was covered in crumbs. She stared at him for a moment before nodding, seemingly
comprehending.
With a full stomach, she would have the energy to do what needed to be done. Growth often happened
suddenly.
N stopped crying and took the bun, sinking her teeth into it.
Alexander smiled and casually remarked, “This bun is as hard as a brick. It could be used to…”
As soon as he said that, an idea struck him. He slowly turned to look at the bricks stacked in the corner.
“N!” Alexander pulled N closer after a brief silence. “Do you want to go home?”
“Huh?”
“Here’s what you need to do…”
Bianca remainedposed and grinned. “Ms. Thompson, don’t you trust me?”
“I only trust in evidence.”
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“But N Chriss is missing, and it’s linked to Lena’s adoptive father and brother. That’s a fact!”
Lina blinked, surprised and almost bursting intoughter. How could someone tell such tant lies with
a straight face?
Did she truly believe the security cameras in the hotel’s backyard werepletely malfunctioning? Did
she genuinely think that with the Thompsons and Hamertons’ resources, they couldn’t fix a single
surveince camera?
Zukofortingly patted Lina’s shoulder and discreetly handed her his phone.
Lina nced at the message he had received from his subordinate: [Mr. Hamerton, we’re working
diligently to recover the surveince data. The truth wille out very soon!]
Lina couldn’t help but stifle augh. Bianca was only making her situation worse by hastily using
Lena. They just needed to remain patient, and she would expose herself.
Just then, the butler rushed in, looking somewhat flustered. Several police officers followed him. They
scanned the room and sternly inquired, “Can anyone here confirm that they are Lena Harding?”
Fleur stood up straight. “Officers, what’s going on?”
“Are you Lena Harding?”
“I—”
“We’ve received a report linking Ms. Lena Harding to a kidnapping case.”
“What?”
Lena was rmed.
“Please cooperate with our investigation, Ms. Harding. Come with us.”
–
It had been more than a day since N was kidnapped.
During this time, Drake had brought them food only once, consisting of a bowl of cold, watery soup and
a stale bun. N had been pampered since childhood and had never seen such meager rations. She
wanted to cry but held back her tears, slowly nibbling on the stale bun.
Seeing N’s struggle, Alexander reached for her small hand. Her hand was soft but cold.
After a day of hardship, N was no longer the princess she had been when they first met. Her hair
was disheveled from Drake’s makeover, and she wore his dirty clothes. Even her hands were filthy,
with scrapes on her arms and legs.
Alexander felt a sudden pang in his chest.
Yet, these were their only provisions—the only things keeping them alive.
Suddenly, N began to cough violently, a piece of the stale bun stuck in her throat. Alexander quickly
patted her back, and she eventually coughed it up. Overwhelmed, she burst into tears.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Eat some of mine.” Alexander broke off a piece of the bun and dipped it into the
soup, encouraging N to eat.
“I know it’s not very tasty, but this is our situation… N, people can’t change their surroundings. They
can only adapt to survive. Do you understand?”
N’s face was covered in crumbs. She stared at him for a moment before nodding, seemingly
comprehending.
With a full stomach, she would have the energy to do what needed to be done. Growth often happened
suddenly.
N stopped crying and took the bun, sinking her teeth into it.
Alexander smiled and casually remarked, “This bun is as hard as a brick. It could be used to…”
As soon as he said that, an idea struck him. He slowly turned to look at the bricks stacked in the corner.
“N!” Alexander pulled N closer after a brief silence. “Do you want to go home?”
“Huh?”
“Here’s what you need to do…”