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.

in the surveillance, he dialed his subordinate’s number on his phone. “I have a lead. I need you to allocate resources to focus on checking the surveillance along the route. I’m at the photo studio. I’ll send you the

hadn’t seen her figure. His heart twinged.

the whole time, observing this tall, handsome man who exuded. impeccable elegance from his buttons to

woman of any age would be uncontrollably infatuated

he pressed the

at the person

It was his Melinda!

studio at exactly 9.30PM and hailed a cab, which

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

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

that area and check their travel records to determine where she got

the task, he returned to his hotel room and waited for

he sat on the couch by the floor-to-ceiling window, turned off

opened a bottle of whiskey, drinking and waiting for

step count

the screen, lost in thought for a while.. his longing for

hadn’t left

couldn’t close his eyes at all that night, waiting with his phone firmly in his hand. It had been many days