Chapter 18 help me steal a child.

Agatha Frost hooked her lips: "Are there few people who check me?"

"This is different." The man stood on a tower with a telescope in his hand and his eyes were deep. "The man who checked you is Gem."

"***!" Agatha Frost used an expletive.

A low smile came from the other end of the receiver, inexplicably a little flat:

"Agatha, as I told you, if you had borrowed seeds from me six years ago, there would have been no such trouble."

"Lucas Marsh, I can't eat grass near the nest, okay?" Said Agatha Frost.

Lucas Marsh sighed, "If I were a grass, it would be the most handsome grass."

"All right, don't be narcissistic." Agatha Frost: "How much did you find this time?"

"It's a bit of a problem this time." Lucas Marsh said: "The last time you were injured, you left some marks that could not be erased in the first place, so they found me here."