Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

Chapter 671 At… Mr. Lloyd’s Home

After making a call, the police immediately arrived at the scene and began various investigations, including accessing surveillance footage

The waiting time was torturous and chilling as if the air was frozen. Huston wore an unprecedentedly unpleasant expression. The thought of Lucas being in danger made him feel uneasy.

The minites dragged on like half a century, and no one spoke. The atmosphere was tense and fragile until a police officer approached and handed Huston an electrome file. “Mr. Lloyd, the side entrance surveillance captured the child’s figure being carried by a woman and taken into a white Volkswagen sedan. The license plate number is 805 The car left through the back gate of the residential area and merged into the traffic on the main road. The subsequent surveillance footage will take some time to track down”

Huston listened quietly, memorizing the license plate number in his mind. “Investigate the owner of the vehicle and inform me of the final destination as soon as possible. If you can’t find it, let me know where the surveillance was lost.”

“Yes, sir!”

After the police officer left, Evelyn anxiously approached “How’s it going? Any news?”

“They found the car that the child got into. It’s not difficult to find the owner. We have to wait a bit longer.”

Upon hearing that they had to wait, Evelyn’s heart tightened, and Lucy sat on the couch, silently shedding tears and blaming herself internally. “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t taken Laicas downstairs, or if I had held his hand all the time, this wouldn’t have happened. He’s still so young. It’s all my fault…”

“grandma.” Now that the child had disappeared under her watch, She hated

as he looked at Lucy. “Aunt, you don’t need to worry. I

who dared to

them, only Kevin and the

shame, the Henderson family

the moment, they had no clue about the child’s whereabouts, so they could only rely

was solely focused on finding him, unable to think about anything

to our child?” She lowered her voice and asked him; her tone audible only to the two of

them.

his lips and after a long silence, he loosened them and spoke firmly, as if reassuring her and himself, “No, believe me.”

away, and every second was torturous for both of them. It felt like drops of hot wax falling on a piece of paper, with the flame getting closer,

police called again. They had

and asked eagerly, “Where is he? Where is our child!?”

man beside him. He stuttered, unable to find the words, and his demeanor sent a chilling vibe to