Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1175 We Lost the Target

Suddenly, I remembered something. "Did Arnold find the notebook?"

"That's the reason I kept him at Pleca Park," Atlas replied.

I felt a bit choked up inside, muttering, "It seems like Mom knew everything, but she didn't tell the truth."

Atlas's phone rang. He answered, hearing Vincent's voice on the other end.

He spoke into the phone, "The taxi turned into the city at the airport highway intersection and did not take the airport highway. We haven't located the target yet."

As soon as I heard this, I became nervous. Did it mean they lost the target?

While speaking, I saw that Vincent's vehicle had stopped on the side of the road.

Mike quickly followed and stopped our car.

Atlas hung up the phone and exited the car. I hurriedly followed.

The staff from the transportation department also got out of their car, still on the phone.

Seeing us approach, he quickly informed Atlas, "There's news. The taxi dropped off two passengers at the roundabout. Then they took a taxi to the capital. We've already had the taxi from Bibury come to meet us."

to the airport now. Pay attention to the cars from the capital to the airport, especially the ones with two people getting off. We'll go to

nodded, turned around, and returned to the car.

"Can we hide after entering

unfamiliar environment for too long. This is a diversion. He's creating the illusion that he's already in the city. Otherwise,

driver came down and walked toward us quickly, looking a bit nervous.

police department. We want to inquire about the

took out

driver the photos

carefully examined Atlas's phone screen, nodded, and said with certainty, "Yes, these are the two. The man has an accent, clearly not

silent one? Did he seem

surprise, thought for a moment, and replied, "I couldn't tell if he was not clear-headed. Anyway, he didn't say a word, not a single one." Vincent asked him to provide a

process, indicating that Navi had decided to leave Bibury on the spur of the moment. He only carried a

into the taxi, and Atlas and I got into the police car. After getting in, Atlas made a phone call, his tone resolute, requesting

reaching the

departure gate of Terminal 3. We went straight into the airport's control room, where all-around surveillance footage

footage from the entrance of the terminal and display it on

arriving at the airport

his sharp eyes, Atlas stared at the screen without shifting

but there was still no

over an hour since they left the car. If they really wanted to escape,