"Uncle, Uncle..."
Seeing her disheveled hair and anxious expression, Wyatt Linton's eyes flickered with a hint of darkness: "What's wrong?"
Completely forgetting the fear and strangeness in her heart, Cheryl Linton grabbed his hand and pulled him outside: "Uncle, save Sparkle..."
"Sparkle Gold?"
"Yes, she's my best friend, she's helped me many times..."
"I know." Wyatt Linton held her back, gently helping her straighten her hair, and asked casually, "What's wrong with her?"
He owed Sparkle Gold a favor, so he certainly had to repay it.
Besides, he never refused Cheryl's requests!
"She was taken away by someone, it really wasn't her fault, it was that bad woman Linda Hancock who deceived her..." Because she was too flustered, Cheryl Linton spoke incoherently.
Wyatt Linton, however, showed no sign of impatience: "Who took her away?"
"I don't know who they are, they all call him Lord Imperia... Uncle, you have to believe me, Sparkle really didn't bully that child..."
