Chapter 342

After stepping out of Theron's lab, Prescott Ellington carried Lottie into the car and left the estate. The sleek black Maybach headed quietly toward the city center. In the back seat, Lottie sat strapped into her car seat, wriggling nonstop like she was looking for something. “Lottie, what’s wrong? You looking for something?” Prescott leaned over, watching his daughter curiously. “My bag... I need my bag...” Lottie muttered, her cheeks puffing up with worry. Her bag had her secret stash—the phone she’d hidden. And in it? A picture of Daddy! She promised she’d show it to him. But now? Gone. Totally gone. Cue panic mode. Seeing her this upset, Prescott started getting serious. “Can you tell Daddy what it looks like? I’ll help you find it, okay?” Oh right! With Daddy helping, she might find it faster! Why didn’t she think of that before? Silly! “It’s this big... and yellow. There’s a little monkey on it that squeaks when you pinch it!” she explained with her baby voice, waving her tiny h