324 Abercorn

In September, the autumn air was fresh as white clouds hovered the blue skies. The early morning sunshine sprinkled on the hurried pedestrians as if the sun was trying to greet them.

At this time, the red light was still glowing, so everyone was held up on both sidewalks.

Suddenly, a loud scream burst from the crowd. "Emily, from now on, you will be a freshman in senior high school. You can do this! Let's go!"

Everyone glanced at the source of the voice with contempt.

A slim young girl in a white school uniform had a schoolbag strapped to her back. She clenched her fists, stimulating all the positive energy she could carry.

'Oh my God! This is embarrassing.'

Realizing that she had attracted the attention of everyone on the street, Emily Jiang withdrew her arms dejectedly and held the straps of her schoolbag. She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses, running down the pedestrian lane the moment the traffic light turned green.

After a few steps, seven or eight black Bugatti Veyrons zigzagged across the lane. The atmosphere around her tensed as the cars surrounded her. She pursed her lips. No matter where she moved, she couldn't find anywhere to escape to.

Ever since Emily Jiang was born, she had never offended anyone. In fact, she had always been a good student in the eyes of her teachers. She was also a good citizen according to her clean record.

What on earth was happening?

'I'm going to be late for class,' she thought.

"Get out of my way!" she roared adamantly. With her hands on her hips, Emily Jiang stomped forward.

Suddenly, the black doors opened and more than ten men in black suits and sunglasses walked out of the cars. All of them looked incredibly strong. In fact, even just one of them could beat her up in a second.

'Are they part of some mafia or something?' She didn't want to join the underworld.

"Miss Emily, please come with us." Two men stood by her sides. Each of them held her by the wrist.

"Who are you? Where are you taking me? I can sue you for kidnapping, you know!" With one hand on the car door, Emily struggled hard. Her feet were kicking up in the air as she tried her best to remove their hold.

'If you want to kidnap me, then I'll show you just how powerful I am! I can kick you so hard that you'll beg for mercy!' She had already reached level 8 in her Taekwondo, but no matter how much she kicked and punched, it didn't work.

"Are you all made of iron?" she gasped out, panting awkwardly. Her shoes were kicked across the pavements, but the two men still held her to the door.

"Miss Emily, please give in."

They pressed her head forward and placed her on the back seat.

"This is kidnapping!" Emily Jiang yelled restlessly. In a moment of desperation, she grabbed the hand of the man beside her and bit him hard. The man cried out in pain, retracting his hold.

She took the opportunity to open the door, but before she could escape, he lifted up her collar.

"You might as well give up by now. There's no way we will let you go." She was carried back to her seat pathetically.

"Drive." Soon, all of the cars left the intersection as if nothing had ever happened.

"How could you do this to me? What have I ever done to you?" Emily Jiang sobbed out. If she couldn't defeat them with her hands, then she could defeat them with her tears

"Miss Emily, we're just following orders. Please don't cry," the men explained helplessly, not wanting to hurt her.

However, Emily Jiang just continued to sob. Her cries became louder and louder. All the bodyguards were at a loss of what to do.

"Miss Emily, this is actually a good thing. Please don't cry."

"Really? Do you think this is a good thing? Tell me how!" As soon as she heard that this was a good thing, her eyes automatically lit up. She held her tears back as her hands grasped the corner of the bodyguard's clothes.

"You'll know when the time comes. You won't be disappointed."

"Fine. If it's not a good thing, then all of you are dead meat." She wagged her little finger at them threateningly. When they nodded, she sat quietly on the back seat to the men's relief.

After several turns, the car finally stopped at the gates of a luxurious villa.

The villa was designed as if it was one of the villas in Europe. Its golden tiles shone brightly under the sun as the waters from the fountains glistened under the light. She clenched the straps of her handbag and followed one of the men towards the hall.

An old man holding a crutch was sitting on a white sofa. He smiled lightly, waiting for her to come over.

As she got closer and closer, the old man finally saw Emily's face. Although her dark eyes were shrouded by a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, her paper white skin, tiny oval face, and pink cherry lips were exactly the same as his granddaughter's.

All the staff were whispering to each other as they stared at the young girl.