Chapter 740
Chapter 740 Sudden Appearance An Enchanting Young Man
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Avery returned to the Lambert residence and was about to head back to her own ce after picking up
Cal. Suddenly, she received a call from Rory''s homeroom teacher.
The homeroom teacher sounded extremely anxious. “Mrs. Moore, the art teacher took the entire ss
to the flower field for a sketching trip today, but suddenly we couldn''t find Rory. We''ve tried calling her
but can''t get through. Has she gone home?”
“Did you say you can''t reach Rory?” Upon hearing this news, Avery''s phone almost slipped from her
hand. She was anxious and immediately contacted the mansion and the Moore residence.
However, she got the same answer from both ces. Rory did not go back.
Avery was truly anxious, her mind running wild with ten thousand possibilities of Rory getting
kidnapped. The kidnapped children could either be sold or maimed. In the worst-case scenario, they
could even have their organs harvested.
The thought of thetter possibility made Avery feel as if her blood had frozen solidly throughout her
body.
She urgently called Zachary.
Upon hearing that his sister was missing, the little boy didn''t panic at all. Instead, heforted Avery,
“Mom, don''t worry too much. Rory is a sensible girl. She might have gotten lost somewhere because
she was too engrossed in ying. Let''s ask the teacher to search thoroughly around the area where
they were sketching. Have you contacted Daddy yet? Daddy has a widework of contacts. I believe
we''ll find Rory very soon.”
Avery hastily contacted Cayden. Upon hearing the news of his daughter''s disappearance. He
immediately dropped his work and called the police, instructing them to search the location where Rory
wasst seen sketching.
Then, Cayden reached out to Xander, asking him to keep a close eye on the ck market activities to
see if any beautiful young girls were being auctioned off recently.
The underground circle and officials secretly mobilized simultaneously, all because the beloved
daughter of the Moore family had suddenly disappeared. For a moment, the people of Ackleton were
filled with anxiety, thinking that some big shot had encountered an unexpected incident.
While everyone in the Moore family was anxiously searching for Rory at noon, something else was in
the flower bushes somewhere.
A tranquil pebble path, with tall and verdant trees, lush and thriving. On both sides of the road, there
was an endless sea of flowers.
A sea of flowers, each with its unique color, intertwined in myriad shapes and forms.
The leaves were round and smooth. The branches were full of flowers, and their beauty dazzled the
eye.
A delicate figure, as tender as a blossom, hid within a sea of flowers, her petite form standing before an
easel.
With her young but spirited hands, she painted a beautiful sea of flowers.
The little girl, about seven or eight years old, was dressed in a delicate chiffon dress and had her hair
styled in a beautiful princess bun.
On that palm-sized, tender white face, there was a pair of eyes as clear as a crystal. The long, curled
eyshes above those eyes fluttered like graceful butterflies, twinkling adorably with every blink.
Also, that perky nose, and cherry blossom-like tender lips, made her look like a little fairy that could
leave one breathless with admiration.
Rory quietly painted, asionally lifting her pen to tap her head. Her yful little action blended
seamlessly with the surrounding beauty.
Surrounded by a bunch of colorful butterflies, they danced around her as if they were fond of her. The
scene was extraordinarily astonishing.
Not far from the flower bushes, under a robust centuries-old fig tree, a pair of cold and wicked hawk-
like eyes were tightly locked onto the small figure quietly painting. His thin lips curled into a dangerous
and predatory arc.
He approached the girl silently and swiftly. He watched as she paused her painting to hold a butterfly in
her hand.
She murmured to the butterfly, “Butterfly, when I grow up, I want to be a dancer, but I also want to be a
painter. Which one do you think would be better for me? “Daddy and Mommy are bing more and
more affectionate these days. They often kiss in front of Zach and me. Uncle Kendrick says they are
disying their affection for each other publicly. What does that mean? Ms. Cecelia''s twins are
bing more and more beautifultely. I want them to be Zach''s wives. Do you think Zach would like
them? Also, I really can''t stand Seamus. He''s always nitpicking and bullying me. How can there be
such a terrible boy in this world? Look at Zach, he''s so nice. He''s very polite to girls and especially
good to me. If only every boy could be as good as Zach—”
Just as Rory was whispering to the butterfly, a pair of hands suddenly covered her chattering mouth.
Rory didn''t even have the chance to call for help. Her soft, boneless waist was gripped, and then she
was lifted off the ground.
“Argh!” Rory struggled desperately, but she was trapped in a chest as unyielding as iron.
She inhaled a strong scent of blood from her nostrils, a smell that made her extremely ufortable.
She wanted to vomit, but her mouth was covered, making it impossible to throw up.
The girl''s eyes, pure and innocent, met a pair of devilishly enchanting yet icy cold eyes.
That was an extremely refined young man, around the age of fifteen.
The young man''s skin was delicate and smooth like porcin, and his demeanor was iparably
noble. He exuded an elegance, a wildness, and a bewitching charm that captivated all who beheld him.
“Quick! Go over there and search. You must find that kid! If he escapes, we''re all done for!” A fierce
voice rang out from not far off in the flower bushes.
Rory''s body shivered, feeling therge hand covering her bing even colder.
She dared not even breathe, unsure of how much time had passed. The sound of the search grew
increasingly distant, and only then did the young man release her.
“What''s your name?” the young man asked in Ustranasion, his voice as melodious as a piano tune.
Rory looked at his continuously bleeding arm and the ghastly wound on it. She stepped back in fear but
still kindly reminded him, “Excuse me, your arm is injured. You should go to the hospital to get it
bandaged quickly...”
She, along with her art teacher and a group of ssmates, went out for a sketching session. However,
the location chosen by the teacher was quite ordinary, so she quietly slipped away in search of a more
beautiful spot to sketch. Unexpectedly, she encountered such an incident.
The young man put down Rory and asked again coldly, “What''s your name?”
A pair of enchanting purple eyes were firmly locked onto Rory, determined not to rest until they
obtained her name.
The little girl, intimidated by his terrifying aura, revealed, “M-My name is Rory.”
Two burly men resembling bodyguards suddenly appeared before the young man. They uttered
anxiously, “Prince Maverick, the assassins sent by Prince Augustus and Prince Caden are about to
catch up with us. We must leave this ce immediately!”
The young man remained calm and unhurried, his tall figure gazing down at the petite Rory. Suddenly,
he pulled her into his embrace once more. His cold lips abruptly kissed her cherry blossom-like tender
cheek.
“Remember my name, okay? It''s Maverick! Little one, we will meet again!”
After he finished speaking, the noble and arrogant young man disappeared into the vast sea of flowers
like a gust of wind, along with the men in ck.
Maverick? Rory touched her own cheek, staring nkly in the direction he had disappeared. Her small
mouth puckered up in a deep red pout. Mommy and Daddy often kissed her, but why did that guy kiss
me?
“Rory, where are you?”
From a distance, Avery''s anxious call could be heard. Rory, who was in a daze, responded by calling
out, “Mommy! I''m here!”