The moment the door slammed shut, the car lurched forward, speeding away.
Miley was squeezed between two burly men in the backseat.
She fought back a few times, but it was ultimately in vain. “Who are you people? This is kidnapping!”
The man in the passenger seat didn’t even turn around. His voice was flat. “We’re just following orders. Cooperate, and you won’t be hurt.”
Miley scowled, darting a glance at the men flanking her. She knew arguing was pointless.
She didn’t lose hope, however. She believed Flossie would notice she was missing. Her friends had to find her, fast.
Miley sank into silence, watching the cityscape shrink as the car sped towards the suburbs.
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The car wound its way for what felt like hours before finally pulling up by the sea. The men bundled Miley out and onto a waiting yacht.
After a while, the yacht sputtered to a stop beside a lush island.
Miley eyed it warily, suspicion blooming on her face. A grand manor occupied about a fifth of the island itself; it sprawled across the landscape.
The men ushered her off the yacht and towards the manor.
Stepping through the grand gates, Miley spotted a woman seated in the courtyard.
The woman appeared to be in her sixties, her pale hair styled impeccably with just a single, elegant diamond hairpin.
She wore a traditional dress, an emerald necklace, and a simple bracelet completing the picture of quiet refinement.
Miley frowned, trying to place the woman.
She was certain she’d never met anyone like her before.
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The woman put the coffee cup on the table with a soft smile. She waved the men off and turned to Miley.
Pointing at a chair, she said, “Please, have a seat. I hope you don’t mind the unconventional way you arrived.”
Miley remained standing, her gaze fixed on the woman. A slow realization dawned on her.
Tentatively, she asked, “Are you Neville’s grandmother?”
Meanwhile, Flossie lingered at the door for what felt Like an eternity, but Miley never reappeared. Her calls, too, went unanswered.
Just as she decided to check the underground garage, a car pulled up slowly in front of her.
Stella emerged, her gaze flitting past Flossie. “Where’s Miley?”
Flossie furrowed her brow. “She went to get the car. Told me to change and wait downstairs, but…I’ve been waiting ages.”