NovelXXXChapter 707 Lincoln chuckled, shaking his head, "I never in a million years thought my daughter would have to go through such a tough life." Nathalie watched her father's thin hands, veins bulging from the tension he was holding. His usually gentle eyes were streaked with red, gleaming with a fierce, almost menacing light.
Nathalie closed her eyes.
The moment she dreaded had finally arrived.
"Vivian," he said, his voice firm, "I couldn't protect you before. But now that I'm back, I won't let anyone push you around anymore." He suddenly stood up, resolute, "I'll handle Greta and her mother. As for Cameron, I'll take everything from him, and then you can have your revenge however you like." Nathalie was left speechless.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Okay." In the prison library, inmates were engaged in learning.
These brainy offenders mostly read books that cleansed their souls or economic texts that piqued their interests. Except for Inmate No. 13. He sat with a dignified grace in his wheelchair, a psychology book perched on his lap.
An officer walked in, observing him from a distance.
Even in a plain prison uniform, his natural aristocratic presence was undeniable.
Such potential, the officer thought. How did the Rowland and McCoy families raise him to be so distant and unfeeling? He approached quietly. "No. 13, you wanted to see me?" No. 13 looked up, hesitated briefly, then retrieved a paper folded into a robot from his pocket.
"Please give this to Miss Vivian." The officer took the robot, surprised to see it dance in his palm. "You can make a moving robot out of paper? How does this even work?" No. 13, face expressionless, replied, "If she comes to see me, I'll explain it." With that, No. 13, seemingly to avoid further questioning, wheeled himself away.
The officer watched in wonder. "Such a brilliant mind, it's a real shhe's in here." At the hospital.
When Officer Ashburn showed up in front of Nathalie again, she was caught off guard.
"Officer Ashburn, I told you, I don't need No. 13's help," Nathalie insisted.
Officer Ashburn moved closer, taking her hand and placing the dancing paper robot in her palm. Nathalie watched it, astonished.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe dance felt oddly familiar, but she couldn't place where she'd seen it before.
"No. 13 says he wants to see you." Nathalie was taken aback. "He made this for me?" Officer Ashburn nodded.
Nathalie was puzzled. "He's just a prisoner. Why are you all jumping through hoops for him? This isn't how you typically treat an inmate." Officer Ashburn laughed helplessly. "Do you think we enjoy being at a prisoner's beck and call?" Nathalie chuckled, "Why go out of your way for him?" "Because he's incredibly smart."
Noticing Nathalie's confused look, Officer Ashburn explained further "His intelligence is exceptionally rare, the kind you see once in a century. If he chooses to turn his life around, he could be an asset to the country."
Nathalie thought to herself: What kind of genius commits such serious crimes yet still earns admiration? "But I honestly have no reason to see him," Nathalie said.
"Maybe you should take a closer look at the robot he gave you." bet
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