Chapter 18 help me steal a child.

Agatha Frost hooked her lips: "Are there few people who check me?" "This is different." The man stood on a tower with a telescope in his hand and his eyes were deep. "The man who checked you is Gem." "***!" Agatha Frost used an expletive. A low smile came from the other end of the receiver, inexplicably a little flat: "Agatha, as I told you, if you had borrowed seeds from me six years ago, there would have been no such trouble." "Lucas Marsh, I can't eat grass near the nest, okay?" Said Agatha Frost. Lucas Marsh sighed, "If I were a grass, it would be the most handsome grass." "All right, don't be narcissistic." Agatha Frost: "How much did you find this time?" "It's a bit of a problem this time." Lucas Marsh said: "The last time you were injured, you left some marks that could not be erased in the first place, so they found me here." "Oh, then I'll leave it to you." "By