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    Yet, as they prepared to leave, the lead robber’s gaze snapped to the crowd, locking onto someone.


    Belinda followed his stare. She realized that his gaze seemed tond on…


    Kylee.


    The robber walked over, his gun now aimed at Kylee. “You! On your feet!”


    Kylee froze for a moment, her face paling, her mascara smudging with tears.


    “I…” Her voice was a fragile whisper, lost in her trembling.


    “Stand up!” the robber shouted, the gun’s muzzle hovering inches from her forehead.


    Shaking, Kylee rose, her designer outfit crumpled.


    Belinda’s eyes caught a jagged scar beneath the leader’s right eye. He was eyeing Kylee with a predatory look.


    “Take her with us!” the scarred man said.


    Terror seized Kylee’s features the moment those words reached her ears, panic flooding her gaze.<fn60a9> Chapters first released on find{n}ovel</fn60a9>


    “Please don’t take me! Please, I’m begging you!” Her tears cascaded down her cheeks in heavy streams.


    “Boss, why do you want to take her with us?” a robber asked the scar-faced man, confusion clouding his expression.


    The scar-faced man pointed at Kylee. “Can’t you see she’s draped in designer clothes from head to toe? And look at that glittering ne she’s wearing and that diamond bracelet on her wrist—she’s practically screaming wealth! We can kidnap her and demand ransom from her family.”


    Belinda’s attention drifted toward Kylee as they spoke.


    Kylee had adorned herself in aplete luxury ensemble today, the brand’s logo zing across every piece.


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    The diamond ne and bracelet she’d recently purchased caught every ray of light, transforming her into an unmistakable portrait of wealth.


    “No, no, you’ve got it all wrong! I’m broke! I don’t have any money!” Kylee shook her head as her hands carved frantic arcs through the air.


    “Cut the crap! Move!” the scar-faced man eximed, his grip mping around Kylee’s arm as he prepared to haul her away.


    “No! Please don’t take me! Someone, help me!” Kylee’s screams tore through the air in pure desperation.


    “Stop!” At that moment, Car suddenly stood up and rushed toward Kylee. “Please, let her go…”


    Belinda’s heart clenched with dread as she watched Car throw herself into danger.


    The scar-faced man’s gaze swiveled toward Car, malice dancing in his eyes.


    “Back off, or I’ll kill you!”


    When Kylee saw Car lunge toward her, her expression changed instantly.


    Her fear transformed into something cold and calcting.


    While the scar-faced man’s attention was on Car, Kylee summoned every ounce of strength and pushed Car.


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