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Bianca remained composed and grinned. "Ms. Thompson, don't you trust me?"
"I only trust in evidence."
"But Nala Chriss is missing, and it's linked to Lena's adoptive father and brother. That's a fact!"
Lina blinked, surprised and almost bursting into laughter. How could someone tell such blatant lies with a straight
face?
Did she truly believe the security cameras in the hotel's backyard were completely malfunctioning? Did she
genuinely think that with the Thompsons and Hamertons' resources, they couldn't fix a single surveillance camera?
Zuko comfortingly patted Lina's shoulder and discreetly handed her his phone.
Lina glanced at the message he had received from his subordinate: [Mr. Hamerton, we're working diligently to
recover the surveillance data. The truth will come out very soon!]
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLina couldn't help but stifle a laugh. Bianca was only making her situation worse by hastily accusing 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 alarmed.
"Please cooperate with our investigation, Ms. Harding. Come with us." -
It had been more than a day since Nala was kidnapped.
During this time, Drake had brought them food only once, consisting of a bowl of cold, watery soup and a stale bun.
Nala 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 Nala's struggle, Alexander reached for her small hand. Her hand was soft but cold.
After a day of hardship, Nala 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, Nala began to cough violently, a piece of the stale bun stuck in her throat. Alexander quickly patted her
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmback, 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 Nala to eat.
"I know it's not very tasty, but this is our situation... Nala, people can't change their surroundings. They can only
adapt to survive. Do you understand?"
Nala'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.
Nala 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.
"Nala!" Alexander pulled Nala closer after a brief silence. "Do you want to go home?"
"Huh?"
"Here's what you need to do..."
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