The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 94

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**Chapter 94**

Just when Rocky thought he had finally orchestrated his great escape, that old donkey, with a surprising burst of agility, executed a perfect ninety-degree drift and came to an abrupt halt right in front of two figures.

There stood Nina, her gentle smile radiating warmth, and Simon, his expression as cold and ruthless as a winter’s night.

Before Rocky could even process the situation, Simon swiftly slapped the handcuffs onto his wrist, which was still entangled in the donkey’s thick mane.

Rocky stared down at the smooth silver cuffs now locked onto his wrist, a sinking feeling of disbelief washing over him. He then glanced at the donkey, whose face seemed to wear a smug expression, as if it had just saved the day without expecting any gratitude. Rocky was utterly dumbfounded, his mind racing.

In an outburst of frustration, he exclaimed, “What the heck! Since when do donkeys start snitching on people? Seriously! Can’t you see who’s on your side? I promised you ten pounds of hay! Did you feed it all to the dogs or something?”

The old donkey, balding and proud, let out a triumphant snort, flicked its tail, and ambled over to Nina, affectionately nuzzling her palm. It became painfully clear that this donkey had been on the police’s side from the very beginning.

Jack the Donkey seemed to respond, saying in a tone that dripped with sarcasm, “Choose the right side, and you’ll always get premium hay! Stick with the cops, and it’s alfalfa all day, every day. You clueless crook don’t know the first thing about donkeys.”

Meanwhile, the trio of tomb raiders found themselves in quite the predicament: Thomas was rammed by a bull, Alfie was pecked half to death by a furious chicken, and Rocky was completely outsmarted by a traitorous donkey.

All three of them were captured, now adorned with shiny silver bracelets, still in shock as they were shoved into the squad car. They couldn’t shake the feeling that they were somehow cursed.

Simon quickly conducted a headcount of the apprehended thieves, his frown deepening. “We had four tomb raiders, but we’ve only got three. One is still unaccounted for.”

Nina, flipping through her sketchbook with a grim expression, replied, “That’s Boss Tiger—their leader. He’s the toughest and the craftiest of the bunch.”

Before Nina could elaborate further, Mr. Crow swooped down in a flurry, his voice frantic. “Ms. Summer! The sparrows just reported—Boss Tiger heard the whistle and made a run for it! He’s holed up in the old graveyard, hiding in their secret chamber.”

“So he couldn’t escape, so now he’s burrowed into some underground rat hole?” Nina scoffed, her determination flaring. “Good! That makes our job easier. Let’s flush out all the antiques they’ve hidden, catch every last rat, and finally bring those treasures back into the world where they rightfully belong.”

“Sparrow, let’s move!” The team rushed towards the graveyard located just behind the village.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a crimson glow across the landscape and bathing the entire graveyard in a haunting light. Its final rays spilled over the wild, forgotten tombs, illuminating scattered gravestones of various shapes and sizes that cast long, twisted shadows over the crumbling earth.

A small flock of sparrows chirped and fluttered ahead, guiding the group toward an entrance that was remarkably well-concealed, nearly buried beneath layers of dirt yet still showing signs of having been recently disturbed. However, it was clear that this entrance was rigged with devious mechanisms.

As everyone gathered around, trying to figure out how to access it, a vicious voice snarled from within—the unmistakable voice of Boss Tiger. “Save your energy! This setup is the signature creation of our founder—no one else could pull it off!

“Try to break in, and the whole thing goes boom! Everything will be blown to bits—nobody’s getting their hands on anything!” His voice trembled with desperation. “Get me a car—a full gas tank! Let me out of here!

“Or we all go down together!”

Simon’s gaze turned icy, sharp as a blade. *He’s really using our national treasures as bargaining chips?* he thought, a mixture of anger and disbelief coursing through him.