Chapter 903:
…terrified of it. Some even filed complaints with the authorities, claiming we’re harboring a dangerous animal and putting the community at risk.”
Samson exhaled heavily. “Recently, we received an urgent notice from the authorities. Either we transfer the lion to an accredited wildlife facility immediately, or they’ll send a team to put it down. The only other option is returning it to that old private zoo, but we both know that place has fallen apart. There’s no telling whether the poor animal would simply end up being sold off to some shady operation.”
Samson’s tone carried deep weariness. “Ella’s been in tears almost every day. She can’t stand the idea of losing Shaba and keeps begging me to let her keep him. But I’m trapped between my child’s wishes and the fear of our neighbors. I have to think about their safety, and Shaba’s fate hangs in the balance.”
Rylie could sense the helplessness in his words. “So, what will you do now?”
“We’ve reached out to a sanctuary—the Klein Private Reserve.” Samson’s eyes briefly lit with faint optimism. “It’s located in Craby, a place said to take in large animals that can’t return to the wild or have been rescued. The transfer documents are nearly complete. They’re coming to collect Shaba in a few days. The only problem is…”
He paused, his expression clouding. “I’m afraid Ella won’t recover easily from being parted from him.”
Rylie responded calmly. “It’s better for the lion to live freely in a sanctuary than to end up euthanized by hunters. Your daughter will eventually understand that letting go is part of growing up.”
Samson could tell she was sincere and gave a firm nod. “I’ll make sure my daughter gets the emotional support and guidance she needs.”
Their walk drew to a close as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and violet.
The camp had already come alive with a grand bonfire party, the air filled with the scent of roasted meat, beer, and laughter. Music played somewhere in the distance, mingling with the crackle of the flames and the cheerful noise of people enjoying the night.
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Rylie sat quietly for a while, watching the firelight dance, before returning to her room. Closing the door behind her, she opened her laptop and logged into the dark web to start a private meeting.
Britton, Storm, and Nightingale were already waiting for her.
Britton was the first to report. “Our people have already gathered secretly around the resort.”
Nightingale added, “So far, Kailee has only been carrying out animal protection campaigns and socializing with local elites. Nothing suspicious yet. They’re keeping their tracks well covered.”
Storm chuckled lightly. “Today I stopped by a private farm. There’s a male lion there—a huge one. Can you believe it’s a girl raising him? I’ve got to hand it to her, she’s got guts.”
Rylie’s tone remained calm. “Show me Kailee’s recent itinerary.”
Nightingale immediately sent it over. “All charity events. Nothing stands out. Are we even sure we’re watching the right person?”
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