Mr. Carter and the staff witnessing this scene were so scared their legs went weak.
"Hey, you all—"
Mr. Carter could no longer bear it and wanted to go forward to stop them.
However, he had just taken a step when a long arm suddenly reached out, blocking his path.
He turned his head in a panic and met a pair of narrow, beautiful eyes, stunning in their beauty yet exuding an awe-inspiring intimidation.
Nora Scott enunciated each word slowly: "Let them play."
"But, this is our—" Mr. Carter stammered.
The treasure of the museum!
Thirty million!
Glory!
Let them play?!
You say it so easily!
Nora Scott said calmly, "If anything happens, I'll explain to the old curator."
Besides, you've had five years and still haven't discovered the secret within...
You might as well let her friends play with it.
"..." Hearing her mention the old curator so calmly, Mr. Carter felt a bit reassured, though still worried, "It's best if nothing happens, right?"
