Ambrose looked sad; he bowed his head in shame and said, "Watson and Donoghue had plotted that together. Watson gave the treasure chest to Donoghue, and Donoghue had left very quickly."
'What?'
Heather trembled; she was utterly stunned.
A few seconds later, Heather cried, "That is the treasure my people have guarded for thousands of years. And now it's missing. How can I explain it to my father, and how can I explain it to the people..."
Heather felt angry and sad when she said that. Her tears could not stop.
Ambrose was in distress; he held Heather in his arms and comforted her. "Don't worry, I will bring the treasure back, and I will never let Donoghue use it for his evil plans."
His tone was firm and unquestionable.
Heather was moved to hear that assurance. She leaned against Ambrose's arms and said, "Thank you, Brother Ambrose."
For a while, the two of them held each other quietly in an embrace. The atmosphere changed a little.
Pfft!
Finally, Eira chuckled. "You guys continued with your chat; I'm heading out."
Eira was pleased to see his brother and Heather progressed so fast in their relationship. As a younger sister, she would give them space.
Heather's delicate face blushed when she realized that she was holding Ambrose so tightly. She felt ashamed; she wanted to find a place to hide.
Ambrose also blushed. He was embarrassed, and he said, "Sister, stop making fun of us."
He kept his gaze on Heather.
Heather looked gorgeous when he saw her at such a close distance. She was magnificent.
Suddenly, a cold figure flew from a distance and landed steadily in the dark southwest corner of the camp.
That person had distinctive facial features, and there was a hint of anxiety between their eyebrows. It was Darryl!
He disguised himself as a gorgeous and sexy woman.
Darryl was a little nervous but also a little excited!
He had seen Debra and Shentel among the crowd when the Raksasa Army retreated during the daytime. He was very emotional at that moment, and he wanted to catch up with the two women immediately. However, he held back.
After that, Darryl led his people back to the camp and put up a strict defensive measure. Then, he had left to look for Debra and Shentel.
Darryl had many female companions over the years, but he felt most sorry for Debra for the past two years. She had lost her memory because of him, and then it seemed like she had been trapped with the Raksasa Tribe. Darryl was heartbroken.
He had decided to rescue both the women that very night; he wanted to take advantage of the darkness of the night. At the same time, he would investigate the situation at the Raksasa camp.
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