Capítulo 360: Chapter 352: The Little Lolita with a Hidden Dark Side
Seeing Little Eve curled up in the corner, tears streaming down her face, the smugness on the kidnappers’ faces grew even more pronounced.
This little girl was indeed scared out of her courage to resist.
As a result, they let their guard down. One leaned back against his chair to smoke, while others watched the road through the window, none noticing that the tear marks on the girl’s cheeks were gone.
Her face, which should have been full of terror, instead secretly sported a sly smile like a little fox.
In the blind spot of the kidnappers’ sight, Little Eve’s fingers quickly flicked over the seatbelt buckle, and the soft “click” was masked by the noise of the car wheels rolling over the road.
Imdiately after, she pulled out a cartoon-style children’s watch from her pocket, her fingers quickly tapped twice on the dial, releasing the watch’s hand. She then quietly aid the hand at the back of the head of the kidnapper who was driving.
“Damn it! Is that taxi behind us insane? It’s not just speeding—no matter how we try, we can’t shake it off!”
The kidnapper driving the car slamd the steering wheel with irritation in his voice.
They needed to quickly deliver this girl to the designated location; nothing else could go wrong.
In the taxi they called “crazy,” the veteran driver in the passenger seat was already pale with fear, clutching his seatbelt tightly and even breathing lightly.
Having driven taxis for over twenty years and having t all kinds of passengers, he had never encountered one as “fierce” as this.
Earlier, this female passenger hailed the taxi by the Morhaven, tossed him a thousand cash without a word, and directly slid into the driving seat. Her grip on the steering wheel was steady as if she had been racing for years.
Under her command, the taxi seed transford into a silver lightning bolt, weaving through the crowded streets and zipping forward through gaps in the traffic. The veteran driver felt like he wasn’t in a taxi but rather playing a thrilling bumper car ride; his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
Suddenly, the kidnappers’ car ahead lost control, and the front crashed hard into the roadside greenery!
Emily Parker’s heart tensed up as she quickly stepped on the brake, keeping a firm grip on the steering wheel. With a screech, the taxi ca to a stable stop by the green strip.
The car door was pushed open the instant it stopped, and Emily imdiately rushed toward the overturned car with its shattered window.
“Eve!”
Emily gripped the deford car door tightly with both hands, using all her strength to pull it open.
Inside, the kidnappers had already been battered, so unconscious and others groaning in pain. The air was thick with the intense sll of gasoline and blood, making her sick to her stomach.
“Miss! It’s dangerous! This car might explode; we should call the police first!”
The veteran driver shakily pulled out his phone, shouting to Emily as he dialed.
But Emily ignored the danger, finally prying open a gap wide enough to see the small figure curled on the back seat.
Little Eve had her eyes tightly closed, her face pale as a sheet, already fainted.
Emily hurriedly reached in to lift her daughter out, holding her in her arms as she heard the little one mutter in broken words: “Daddy… Eve is being good… please don’t hate …”
The warm breath tickled her neck, and the feather-light weight of the little one pressed heavily on Emily’s heart.
Her brow creased instantly, her eyes filled with distress.
She first instructed the veteran driver to bring the car over, then pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Evelyn Hanson’s number…
anwhile, at The International Grand Hotel in the city center, an extrely lavish birthday banquet was beginning to unfold.
The whole hotel was draped in gold and pink satin, with a grand crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the hall, strings of lights shaped like stars adorning it warmly.
The hall was fitted with a floral wall built of white roses and blue hydrangeas, and in front of it was a half-man-high model of a cartoon castle, topped with a sign reading “Happy 3rd Birthday, Sebastian Carter.”
A red carpet rolled from the hotel’s entrance to the depths of the banquet hall, with custom cartoon standees placed along each side. Even the waiters wore custom attire with cartoon patterns, reflecting a touch of elegance everywhere.
For the 3rd birthday of Young Master Sebastian of the Carter Family, the entire International Grand Hotel was booked, and the city’s elite, distinguished figures, and business magnates all attended with gifts.
Guests held champagne glasses, gathered in small groups, talking with admiration, “Young Master Carter really dotes on this little master Sebastian, the scale of this is larger than most high-status adult ceremonies!”
“Indeed, and compared to that, his treatnt of the eldest daughter Evelyn Prescott is way lesser.”
“On Evelyn’s third birthday, I heard they only celebrated briefly at ho without even a decent banquet.”
“Can it be the sa?”
Soone lowered their voice, their tone a bit gossipy, “I heard that Young Master Carter was set up back then, which is how Evelyn was born. As for this little master, he was born to his beloved muse, so of course, the treatnt is different.”
People whispered about the luxurious family’s secrets from a few years ago, eyes filled with curiosity. The details were too secretive back then, with few truly knowing the full story.
Just then, the entrance to the banquet hall suddenly fell silent.
A woman in a high-end white evening dress ca out, small pearls embroidered on the skirt swayed gently with her steps, like moonlight sprinkled on her hem.
She held a little boy about three years old; he wore a blue suit, a red bow tie on his collar, his hair neatly combed, with a plump cheek filled with elation—he was the birthday boy Sebastian Carter.
“Mommy, why hasn’t Daddy co yet?” Sebastian tugged at Rainny White’s skirt, his voice soft and sweet.
Just as he finished speaking, they heard steady and heavy footsteps approaching from behind.
The crowd turned to see Carlos wearing a tailored suit, walking gracefully over.
He ca to Rainny White’s side, gently patting Sebastian’s head. The three of them standing together, handso man, beautiful woman, and adorable child, ford a family portrait that sparked envy, prompting the guests to take out their phones to capture the scene.
Quickly, two waiters wheeled in a more than two-ter-tall birthday cake.
The cake was five layers, each coated with pink cream, adorned with fresh strawberries and blueberries. At its peak stood a cartoon figure holding a small plane, custom-made in Sebastian’s likeness.
“Daddy, carry ! I want to cut the cake myself!”
Sebastian stretched out his arms, pleading as he snuggled into Carlos.
Carlos laughed and bent down, ready to scoop his son up when his pocket vibrated with an urgent ringtone. He frowned as he pulled out his phone, seeing “Mom” displayed on the screen.
“Mom?” Carlos hesitated before answering, curious; his mother knew it was Sebastian’s birthday today and normally wouldn’t call at this ti.
However, what he heard through the phone was Mrs. Carter’s frantic voice, tinged with sobs, abruptly shattering the lively banquet atmosphere: “Sothing’s wrong! Little Eve… Little Eve has been kidnapped! You need to co quickly!”
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