Chapter 7
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Chloe was the best thing that had ever happened to Pearl. She showed her around the city, introduced her to people, and shared secrets that only true insiders knew. To Pearl, Chloe felt like a guiding light in a world she barely understood.
“They say a very important treasure is hidden in the Master’s Mansion,” Chloe whispered, her tone carrying both mystery and fear.
“The Master?” Pearl asked, her brows furrowing.
“Yes, the Master of Vault. Her name no one dares to mention unless the person is ready to say his last prayers.”
Pearl’s eyes widened. “The Master is a she?”
“Yes, dear,” Chloe replied quietly. “And she’s a very cruel one.”
Before Pearl could respond, a sharp cry tore through the marketplace.
“Aaahhh!” screamed a woman selling by the roadside. Her voice cracked with terror.
“Stop! Stop!” the woman pleaded again, this time louder, desperation trembling in every word.
Pearl’s heart lurched. “Let’s go check out what’s happening over there.”
As the two girls hurried toward the commotion, the scene unfolded before them like a nightmare. The Master’s boys were tearing apart the woman’s stall, kicking her goods to the ground as if they were worthless trash. The crowd stood frozen, watching in silence, their faces heavy with pity yet chained by fear.
Pearl’s fists clenched. “Why are they destroying her things? And why is nobody doing anything about it?” Her voice shook with anger and disbelief.
Chloe quickly grabbed her arm, eyes darting nervously around them. “Shhh… don’t let them hear you. Let’s go,” she urged, her voice low but trembling, as though fear itself clung to every word.
Of course! I’ll type this one out in the same polished novel-style format with dialogue separated for clarity and flow:
When they got back to the bakery, Mr. Henry just sat in front of the door with a very gloomy face, his eyes wandering aimlessly as he stared into space.
“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Chloe asked her father, but he didn’t respond.
“Daddy… Daddyyyy!” Chloe yelled, panic rising in her voice.
Mr. Henry blinked, startled. “Huh? Oh, oh—you’re back!”
“Dad, what’s wrong? You look worried.”
“My dear daughter,” he said heavily, “I need to talk to you in private.”
Chloe and her dad went inside to talk while Pearl unpacked the things they had bought.
Inside the house, Mr. Henry told Chloe the dreadful news. “The Master is terminating our stay here. This property… it belongs to the Master.”
“This property belongs to the Master? How? She’s just taking advantage of everybody in the city! What are we going to do now?” Chloe cried out, her voice trembling.
“Why is it,” Mr. Henry muttered bitterly, “that all these things started happening the moment Pearl came?”
“Dad, don’t talk like that,” Chloe said firmly, though her heart was racing. “Don’t worry. We’ll sort this out. Everything will be fine.”
Her voice was calm and reassuring, though inside she wasn’t sure if she truly believed it.💫
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