Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 217 Galvanizing Good News

“Thank you!” Stanley suppressed his inner excitement as he gripped the mouse.

“You two are so good together, Mr. Fox. How did you end up fighting? You two were so obviously deeply in love with each other, in your eyes and hearts. You should be more understanding of each other and be more tolerant. Your wife loves you very much!” The shop owner couldn’t bear seeing couples separate.

Stanley held the mouse, capturing the figure that would surely appear on the surveillance. “Do you still remember what time you met her?”

“About 9.00PM last night, not later than 9.30PM.

“Alright, thank you.” He operated the program himself, increasing the playback speed, his brow furrowed lightly, his heart hanging in suspense as he stared intently at the surveillance footage.

He must find her!

“I gave your wife a photo album yesterday, Mr. Fox, and she took a picture with me,” the shop owner said, taking out her phone.

He pressed pause, took a gander at the photo, and immediately saw the sadness in Melinda’s eyes,

She looks worn out and thin! How can this happen? That can’t happen! I will not allow it!

Despite seeing a sliver of hope, Stanley was still impatient, fearing that he would be a second too late to find her.

you to allocate resources to focus on checking the surveillance along the route. I’m at the photo studio. I’ll send you the

but Stanley still hadn’t seen her figure. His heart twinged. Only the heavens knew just

this tall, handsome man who exuded. impeccable elegance from

woman of any age would be uncontrollably infatuated with

pressed the

he stared at the person appearing in

It was his Melinda!

photo studio at exactly 9.30PM and hailed a cab,

too far to be seen clearly, but he could make out the

investigate all the cabs in Navelie. “Thank you!” Stanley quickly

find out which cabs passed through that area and

task, he returned to his hotel room and waited for news after a long

his intravenous injection, he sat on the couch by the floor-to-ceiling window, turned off the main light, and dimmed the

drinking and waiting

his step

stared at the screen, lost in thought for

she hadn’t left

his phone firmly in his hand. It had been many days