Chapter 2 First Meeting

"Mom!" Chole heard this and said anxiously, "My sister's real parents don't work ...... This necklace can be sold for some money. My sister needs it more than I do ......"

Several nannies were touched by Chole's kindness, She is so sensible and kind-hearted!

"Sister, I'll stop mom for you ...... You go!"" Chole impulsively snatched the necklace from Victoria and brought it to Bailey, "Sister, take it, I won't blame you for stealing ......"

Athen raised his eyes and surveyed Chole.

She emphasizes stealing again?

That's all the tricks she has. Doesn't she have any more sophisticated methods?. Doesn't she have anything more advanced?

Bailey watched quietly as Chole acted out the scene, nothing rippling inside her at that moment, and even wanted to laugh a little.

Bailey took the necklace, the corners of her lips lightly hooked: "Chole you want to do a play to do a full set, grandmother left the necklace pendant with engraving, your this one does not! Also, your workmanship on this one is too rough, the color, clarity, and cut are too poor."

"A hundred thousand dollars? It's worthless as far as I'm concerned," Bailey sneered, "You got a shitty knockoff from a little workshop and you're trying to plant it on me?"

The next second, Bailey threw the necklace straight to the floor.

The crowd was dumbfounded and Victoria was frozen for a few moments, exasperated, "Bailey what are you babbling about!"

By now Harland had picked up the necklace from the floor and examined it carefully before realizing, "It really isn't Grandma's, it's a knockoff."

Harland calmed down and remembered that he had put his grandmother's necklace in the safe, and he was the only one who knew the combination, so no one else could have gotten to it.

Seeing that he's been torn apart Chole explains somewhat sheepishly, "I was the one who misread it just now."

" What a coincidence to be wrong, I'm afraid I'd be on the hook for thievery if I hadn't broken up your trick," Bailey laughed sarcastically.

"I'm sorry we misjudged you earlier, I'll make it up to you whatever you want." Harland sighed and with an attitude of trying to keep the peace.

There were things that she had longed for. Her family had always been stingy and never gave her even a little bit. Now, what her father called compensation was just like garbage to her.

Bailey sneered, "No need. I will pay you back the alimony that you have spent on me since I was a child. From now on, I have nothing to do with your family anymore."

Bailey finished, and without a moment's hesitation, turned to leave.

Victoria looked at her departing back and shivered with anger, "Look at that, really a white-eyed wolf that can't be raised! If it weren't for Chloe's sake, I would have kicked her out a long time ago!"

Chloe held Victoria's arm and comforted, "Mom, my sister might be like this because she suddenly knew she was going to be sent back to such a poor place and couldn't accept it for a while, so don't be angry with her."

"You, you're just too kind." Victoria looked helplessly at her youngest daughter, then looked in the direction Bailey left and cursed in a low voice,

"The flood didn't even drown her. Maybe she was possessed by some kind of monster. It's good that she was sent away, otherwise we don't know how she's going to wreak havoc on our family."

"Well, don't even say it." Harland said quietly, ending the conversation.

Bailey had just stepped out of her house when the otherwise clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and the temperature around her dropped several degrees.

The cold winter wind whipped at her face like a knife as Bailey made her way to the front door; she had to be out of Moonlight Pack by midnight.

If she was caught by the people of Moonlight after that, Harland would have to kill her, whether she was family or not.

She's a rogue now.

It's the law of all wolves.

Bailey didn't have a wolf pack anymore. She didn't have the contact information of her birth parents and didn't know where to go.

All borders on this side of the territory are opposite other wolf pack lands.

To leave one pack, she must enter another pack land. But that was her only option. Trying to reach unclaimed territory was too risky.

Bailey stepped into the train compartment and closed the door behind her, slowly adding sleep to the rocking of the car.

She drifted off into sleep.

She didn't know how long it took, but a slight chill breeze crept in and Bailey jolted out of her sleep.

Instantly, a strong odor of blood drilled into her nostrils.

In the next second, a figure with a cold and bloody smell, quickly flashed into the carriage where she was, and then closed the door with a bang.

"Hide!" The man's voice was clear and cold, which was permeated with majesty and an aura that could not be disobeyed.

Before Bailey had time to react in any way, the man had quickly removed his shirt and put on his pants, and without a second thought, he was under her covers.

The beds on the train were already too narrow to accommodate two people, and the man pressed almost his entire body against her.

"You ......" Bailey was just about to raise her voice in question when the man took a step faster and pinned her down dead center.

At this moment, the man was emitting a strong aura of fury, and the smell of blood filled the carriage for a long time.

Immediately after that, the man's hand suddenly reached out, "hissing" sound, tore open her shirt, Bailey's snow-white skin was instantly exposed.

"Will you moan ?" The man's voice hissed in command.

Bailey instantly understood the man's intentions.

In this bed where a man and a woman shared a naked body, whether it was a passionate scream of pleasure or a mournful scream, it was highly reminiscent of a fling, and it was just the thing to cover the man's tracks.

At the same time, a cold knife was pressed against her neck, and the man threatened viciously, " Moan louder, or I'll slit your throat right now!"

Bailey only felt as if the blood in her body instantly froze, and her face turned as white as paper.

The man's cool upper body pressed against her warm body, making her doubly uncomfortable and fearful.

Just then, the train stopped with a clunk.

Neatly organized footsteps from far and near, breaking the original tranquility of the carriage, sleeping travelers have been woken up, the whole carriage suddenly noisy.

Bailey knew that someone was coming to check on the car.

"Moan!" The man's voice became more and more urgent, he said while still mimicking certain unpleasant movements, "If you don't scream again, I'm not going to be polite ......"

The man's arms were strong and powerful, and his voice was full of viciousness.

At this moment, the bright knife is still on Bailey's neck, Bailey knows that he has met the outlaw, and has already lost the first opportunity, there is no certainty that he can subdue this person in front of him.

On balance, she made a snap decision and hummed softly, making some ambiguous noises like in the movie.

Soon the door to Bailey's compartment was rudely ripped open.

She pretended to be startled by the movement outside the door and came to a screeching halt.

The beam of the flashlight shone straight down on them, and Bailey hastily tugged at the covers, half-covering her pale shoulders, then squealed and threw her arms around the man on top of her in one smooth motion.

The soldier with the flashlight saw the ambiguous scene in the room, and the young man turned red and looked embarrassed.

Bailey's tense, wary eyes made him feel at a loss for words, and he retreated in embarrassment, forgetting all about getting a good look at his face.

The soldier who had been inspecting the area then blurted out from the doorway, "No anomalies were found."

Bailey perked up her ears and listened to the footsteps fading away.

The whole train went through the motions of elimination and tossed around for a full half hour before it started slowly again.

At that moment, the man pressing on Bailey finally moved the knife that was on her neck.

"Thanks a lot." In the darkness, the man climbed to his feet and began to dress.

Bailey silently buttoned up his shirt without a word.

The train swayed gently, moving forward at an even pace, and a silence fell over the carriages.

The man couldn't help but feel strange in his heart, this such a young girl in front of him, after experiencing such a shocking scene just now, could still organize her clothes so calmly, neither crying nor asking questions, it was really a bit unusual.

With this in mind, the man fumbled for a match and lit it with a "rub".

The faint, dim light of the fire wavered in the darkness, illuminating a small area.

With the light, the man got a good look at Bailey's face, and she got a good look at him.

The man reached up and cupped Bailey's jaw, which looked remarkably small in the man's wide, rough palm.

Bailey's eyes were wary, and perhaps a touch aggravated, but the only thing that wasn't there was fear.

"What's the name?" The man asked.

"Emily," Bailey casually gave the name of the maid in Harland's house.

In her mind, no one would be stupid enough to give their real name to an outlaw.

She didn't struggle on the surface, but her eyes were always fixed on the sharp dagger that the man had placed at his feet, her eyes flickering slightly as she secretly pondered whether the dagger would fall on her neck again in the next second.

In the faint reflection of the lamplight, the man spoke coldly, "Okay, Emily, you saved my life today, I'll give you a payment."

Just then a shrill whistle came from outside.

The man heard that it was the code word to meet him.

He stood up and threw the bloody coat out of the car window.

It wasn't until then that Bailey realized that none of the blood all over the man's body turned out to be his own.

Looking very tired, he wasn't actually hurt.

Knowing he couldn't stay here long, the man asked hurriedly, "Where are you from and where do I have to go to find you?"