A Rebellious Girl Who Participated in a Gang?

The car drove on and soon arrived at the Milton residence. It was a spacious three-story building.

The wide front door, the large lawn, and the luxurious swimming pool displayed the Milton family's wealth.

"The Milton family is considered rich in Hommes and is one of the founding families in town. Boris runs an import and export trading company in Boston Port."

In the car, Molly introduced her husband, who would be Nina's stepfather, Boris Milton.

Nina idly listened as she continued to survey the view outside the window.

After alighting from the car, Nina followed Molly into the villa.

The person who opened the door was a plump middle-aged woman.

Molly introduced her. "This is our helper, Mary. This is my daughter, Nina Jowett."

"Welcome home, Miss Jowett," Mary said with a slight nod. There was no sign of welcome on her stern face. In fact, there was a hint of contempt in her eyes as she studied Nina's attire.

So this is the daughter Mrs. Donovan had with her ex-husband? I heard she went missing when she was two years old and was raised in the countryside. She's really lucky to be able to return to the wealthy Milton family and become a rich young lady, she thought.

At that moment, Mary noticed the wolfdog behind Nina, and her expression changed. She wanted to stop it from entering, but she was a little intimidated by the ferocious wolfdog.

Mary said to Molly, "Does Miss Jowett plan to bring this dog into the house? But Young Master…"

Molly glanced at the wolfdog behind Nina, looking hesitant.

Nina spoke, her tone casual and unconcerned. "Green Wolf has always been following me only. You can't leave it alone outside."

Molly's expression softened. "Its name is Green Wolf? Cool… Alright, it can follow you, but you have to make sure it doesn't hurt anyone else, okay?"

With that, Molly said to Mary, "Let me explain to Boris. Is he in the study?"

After receiving Mary's reply, Molly asked Mary to take Nina to her room to rest while she went to the study to look for Boris.

Nina's room was on the second floor, and it was clear that Molly had already decorated it before she arrived. The light pink wallpaper, the pinkish-yellow bed, and the white canopy made everything look warm and beautiful.

Nina tossed her backpack on a chair, walked to the balcony of her room, and pulled open the glass door to the balcony.

Green Wolf remained like a guard. It strolled to the chair with Nina's backpack and laid down. Its eyelids were drooping, leaving only a slight gap.

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Boris heard about Nina's arrival and happily followed Molly to Nina's door.

He was about to knock on the door when he heard Nina on the phone.

Her tone was calm, but there was also a hint of annoyance.

"The gang has a rule that the price will not increase again for three years. If you increase the price now, what will those people think of us? No, it's you. No, no, no, I won't go back. This is just my suggestion to you.

"Yes, I'm already home. This place is great, and my mom is really nice. I want to live a normal life… Don't waste your effort… You won't be able to find me."

Outside the room…

Boris looked at Molly with a conflicted look. "A gang? A price increase? Someone is looking for her?"

Tears welled up in Molly's eyes. "Nina must have joined a local gang in the countryside!

"I've talked to her teacher, Mr. Gilley, but he seems to have very little impression of Nina. He couldn't even say much about how the child was doing at school. Boris, I'm really worried…"

To the couple, Nina was undoubtedly a rebellious girl who had joined a rural gang.

Boris gently pulled Molly into his arms. "No matter what our daughter has gone through, it's all in the past now. Didn't she say that she wanted to lead a normal life? So as long as we educate her well and change her bad habits, she'll become an upright and kind lady. Trust me."

Molly nodded, feeling moved.

Nina hung up the phone in the room and threw the old-fashioned phone, which had no network function, on the table. At the same time, she switched off the small, independent signal source in her backpack.