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Emma displayed a proud look.

"Just take care of yourself. I'm not worried about you, Bee."

"Hey, we're in a partnership. How could you not care about your Bee? What if you get caught and end up in prison?"

Bee, smiling, playfully pinched Emma's cheek, showing a particularly affectionate expression.

Emma was not pleased and swatted her hand away in disgust.

"I'm not going to end up in prison."

"Yeah, they won't send you to prison. The police might think you have mental issues and send you to a mental hospital. Then they'll strap you to an electric chair and zzzzt!"

Bee mimicked the sound of electricity.

Emma's expression remained relatively calm, but internally she was already frightened: "You're really being foolish. They wouldn't put a child in an electric chair."

"How is that impossible? They have special pink electric chairs prepared for girls like you. The high voltage is even pink. They'll fry you crisp, and then laugh heartily at your screams."

Emma felt her hands and feet go cold, and she decided she absolutely couldn't end up in a mental hospital.

"Are you really scared?"

Emma's fear was interrupted by Bee's mocking laughter, which made her even angrier: "You're such a bitch."

Bee's expression changed immediately, and she squatted down to stare at Emma with a serious look that rivaled Randy's.

"You're still just a child. How can you use such dirty words! Who taught you that?"

Then Bee pressed her forehead against Emma's, bringing their faces closer.

"You can kill people, you can start fires, and if you don't like me, you're always welcome to take me out. But you cannot use dirty words, understand?"

Emma was intimidated by her and could only nod.

After all, she was still young, her mind wasn't fully mature, and she was easily deceived and intimidated.

Bee smiled brightly and affectionately patted her head.

"That's a good child."

Emma felt a bit embarrassed and was about to retort when Bee suddenly covered her mouth.

"Look over there, isn't that the Mylo family?"

Bee pointed ahead, where a couple with sad expressions was opening the gate and letting a black SUV in.

Bee had previously seen pictures of the banquet taken by David, so she recognized Mylo's father.

"Yes, that's right."

Emma's expression darkened further because she recognized the car.

A dark-skinned female teacher, Mrs. Ellis, got out of the car and embraced Mylo's father. Another man in a suit got out from the passenger seat and warmly shook hands with the couple.

"Look at that man, wearing a watch and looking like a schemer. He must be a lawyer."

Bee said disdainfully, "It seems your troubles are about to begin. They're definitely going to investigate Mylo's situation."

"Hmph."

Emma had no mood to stay any longer. She turned and slid away in the car.

Bee followed closely behind, still making sarcastic comments.

"Don't worry, just keep up your Oscar-worthy acting. As long as you don't admit anything, there won't be any problems."

"Don't teach me. Someone will help me."

"Ah? You mean your father? I think he might turn against you."

"What do you know?"

Emma looked at Bee with disdain, and she drove faster, while Bee remained nonchalantly behind.

"I can tell that David is a very justice-driven person. I even think you don't seem like his biological daughter. If he finds out his daughter is a born troublemaker, tsk tsk tsk."

Emma was irritated by this and felt increasingly insecure. She knew exactly what kind of person her father was.

The lack of security made her think of Randy.

Only those with similar experiences can survive together.

Especially someone like her, a budding little troublemaker who could easily be detected by normal people without the protection of someone experienced.

Emma turned to look at Bee and then at the black SUV in the distance, already thinking about how to deal with these two.

After they returned home, they were surprised to find a black sedan parked in the yard.

After exchanging glances, Bee immediately reacted.

"Is that your big brother coming?"

Angela had mentioned before leaving that Emma had a friend coming in the afternoon to help take care of her.

Emma ignored Bee and quickly ran into the house.

Bee was not offended and followed her into the living room with the car.

As soon as they entered, they saw Emma sitting obediently next to an Asian man.

"This is Randy?"

"Hmph."

Emma deliberately turned her head away, unwilling to make introductions. Previously, with David's elders present, she had been wary of showing a cold attitude to Bee, afraid of revealing character flaws. Now that it was just their own people, she felt free to act more herself.

"Killer Bee?"

Randy also turned his head and asked with a smile.

"Ha ha, that's what she calls me?"

Bee looked pleased and even a bit proud. After putting the car away, she immediately sat down next to Randy.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Bee, but you can call me Killer Bee if you like."

Bee extended a friendly hand.

"Randy Shore. Hello, Bee."

Randy greeted her with a smile.

During the handshake, Randy sensed a hint of something sinister about Bee.

"Randy, it's her. She even hid my medal."

Emma spoke with a hint of resentment, remembering how Bee had threatened to show the medal to David and accuse Emma of lying if she didn't obey.

"Those were just little tricks. Your Bee sister was probably just joking with you."

Randy casually ruffled Emma's hair.

"Ha ha, Randy, you're really to my taste, both in personality and looks."

Bee affectionately draped her leg over Randy.

It was quite strange; even though it was autumn and many people were wearing sweaters, Bee didn't seem to mind the cold.

Emma frowned, feeling her face turn red with anger. She quickly adjusted Randy's face.

"Don't be fooled by her. Her personality is very evil."

"Alright, Emma, I only see a caring older sister here."

Randy didn't have time to say much more as the sound of a car engine turning off came from outside.

Emma and Bee looked up and immediately furrowed their brows.

"Damn it, it's Mrs. Ellis."

"How should we respond?"

Emma said darkly, "Mrs. Ellis is targeting me. She thinks I'm responsible for Mylo's disappearance."

Randy thought, isn't that exactly the case? It seems the teacher is very observant.

Outside the door, Mrs. Ellis's deep voice was heard.

"Mr. David? Mr. David, we've been unable to reach you by phone, so we had to come over. We hope we're not disturbing you."

Mrs. Ellis and another lawyer were standing at the door, speaking into the house.

"We just want to speak with Emma to understand the details of Mylo's disappearance. We hope you can cooperate."

Also getting out of the car were Mylo's parents, who embraced each other in sadness.