Ari glanced at Mister Fletcher who was standing in front of her and blocked the only escape route. The cogs in her head were turning, but no matter how hard she tried to come up with a plan, Ari couldn't come up with anything. After all, she was not a witch. She couldn't vanish an envelope that was placed deep in the bottom of the bag with so many clothes on top.
"Mister Fletcher, this bag only has a few pieces of clothing and nothing else," Ari pretended to be calm even though her heart was beating loudly in her chest. She couldn't believe that the situation turned around so soon, at that moment, Ari couldn't help but question whether it was her luck that was too bad or the luck of these goons was shining today.
Mister Fletcher, however, did not believe so. He was a man who had dealt with all sorts of smarty-pants. Who would step out of the house with so many clothes packed in a bag with groceries on top? There was certainly something fishy.
