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nOnly then did Eugene recover from the shock and started to sing, his voice trembling a little.

nHis eyes turned moist as he sang.

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nAlthough he was not a famous actor, there was a girl standing in the heavy rain, listening to him sing.

nThe girl was wearing a veil, looking at him under the stage. When the eyes met, even the sound of rain had become gentle.

nThis person, like his savior, was more important than ten thousand audiences alone.

nHolding up the umbrella, Claire stood in the rain and quietly listened to him from beginning to end, without any impatience.

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nAt the end of the performance, Eugene wanted to step down the stage to thank her.

nBut the girl disappeared in a blink of an eye.

nA week later, the weather cleared up.

nIn the troupe, Eugene was lying on the ground, clutching the trouser legs of the head, and roared desperately. “No, Head, you can’t sell me!”

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nThe head looked indifferent. “Why can’t I? You’re nothing but my slave. I can sell you to anyone. You should thank your pretty face. Otherwise, the big boss won’t even look at you. You should be grateful!”

n“Please don’t…” Eugene dense shook his head vigorously, crying and begging. “Let me stay. I want to sing. I will work hard and make you more money!”

nThe head of the troupe snorted. “You wish! You’re better suited as a rich man’s plaything.”

nEveryone burst into laughter.

n“I will redeem him.”

nAt this time, a casual voice sounded.

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nEveryone turned their heads, only to see Claire walking over slowly.

nEugene’s eyes suddenly widened and his eyes lit up.

nIt’s her!

nThe head of the troupe looked at Claire with contempt. “Little girl, where are you from? Don’t make trouble!”

nClaire tore a check and threw it in front of him. “Look, is this enough?”

nThe head of the troupe took a look, and his face instantly changed, and he immediately gave a fawning smile. “Enough, enough…”

n“He’s mine now, right?”

nThe head of the troupe kept nodding.

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nClaire looked down at Eugene on the ground. “Stand up.”

nEugene stood up blankly.

nClaire took him to a small western-style building.

nWhen they entered the door, Kenny and Jacob were drinking in the dining hall. Amelia was lying prostrate on the sofa, watching cartoons. Seeing Claire, she rushed over, hugged Claire’s legs, and began to complain. “The two of them keep drinking and ignore me!”

nClaire stroked her hair. “Kids shall not drink.”

n“Huh? Who is he?” Amelia stared at Eugene curiously.

nUnder the veil, Claire smiled. “He is a new member.”

nIn the living room, Eugene was sitting on the sofa, looking a little cramped.

nClaire was quickly tapping on the keyboard. “There is a new task.”

nThey all craned their necks towards the screen.

nClaire pointed to the photo on the computer. “This person is called Bruce, a child trafficker. Who is going to solve him?”

nAmelia raised her little hand. “Me, me. This kind of jerk is my favorite prey!”

nLate at night.

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nBruce came out of the nightclub drunk, walking on a secluded path, and suddenly heard someone sobbing.

nFollowing the sound, he saw a black, curled-up shadow by the roadside. When he came closer, he found that it was a little girl, crying with her head buried in her arms.

nBruce squatted down and asked. “Little girl, what’s wrong with you?”

nThe little girl raised her head, her delicate face full of tears. She bit her pink lip, crying pitifully, her voice childish. “I… I am lost. I don’t know how to go home, boohoo…”

nBruce secretly grinned.

nThis girl should be able to sell at a good price.

nHe immediately smiled and coaxed. “Don’t cry, girl. Let me take you home, okay?”

n“Okay, thank you, Uncle!” Amelia stood up, pointed at her ankle, and looked at Bruce with her innocent eyes. “Uncle, my feet hurt. Can you carry me?”

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