To test his theory, Charles drove in the opposite direction according to the result he obtained.

Despite having the utmost trust in the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s investigation skills and Cedrick’s discoveries, Charles wanted to test the reliability of Dark Netz’s information.

Moreover, the person who sold him the information provided detailed insight into Gwendolyn’s situation, compelling Charles to seriously consider its validity.

He yearned for a chance to be with her, if only once.

On the road, Charles couldn’t shake the thought of Gwendolyn’s smile. Despite the risks, he was determined to give it a try, even if it meant jeopardizing his own safety on this journey.

Charles’ heart raced, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

At the height of his sensitivity, his phone rang.

It was a call from Whitney.

After Gwendolyn’s disappearance, Charles had not returned to the Newton residence for many days.

Despite Whitney’s efforts to reach out through texts and calls, Charles never responded to any of them.

After the phone call ended, Charles’ scattered thoughts settled, and his determination to find Gwendolyn only intensified.

However, he received a call from Jasmine immediately after.

He chose not to answer the call either. Once the phone stopped ringing, the Bluetooth system in his car automatically played the voicemail.

Jasmine’s voice played through the voicemail, scolding, “Charles, where have you been? You just got married, but you left your wife alone at home and won’t return. No husband should behave like you.”

Her criticisms annoyed Charles slightly.

As Charles was about to reject the call, Jasmine continued, “Whitney is ill. She had stomach flu and was in loads of pain. Lucas and I sent her to the hospital for emergency treatment. She hasn’t been discharged yet and is still receiving an IV drip. Are you not going to visit her, Charles?”

She’s fallen ill? How did fall sick when she’s only been at home?

Charles stared ahead silently, but Jasmine’s words began to make him waver.

the voicemail, Jasmine sighed heavily. “Charles, I’m running out of excuses for your absence. It’s fine if you don’t care about sending your sick wife

the brake. The luxury car slowed down on the road, but he

Undeniably, he hesitated.

apprehended the culprit in Quawak. Perhaps his trip would

Charles couldn’t ignore the chance that the information might be true. It presented a perfect opportunity for him to

Gwendolyn and possess her as his own. The possibility, no matter how slight, compelled him to

Charles found it hard to breathe. He pulled over to the side of the road, giving himself a

of continuing forward and silently finding Gwendolyn. Even if it ended in failure, he believed it would provide closure to the

responsibility he had toward his arranged marriage with Whitney. Her illness made it

red sky

Time was running out.

steering wheel firmly, then loosened his grip before tightening them again, the

end, Charles took a deep breath and made a resolute decision. He slammed on the

launched a large-scale

refused to remain idle and decided to search for the old fisherman at

he was taken aback by the

old man’s hunched back and limping gait remaining the same, his appearance and aura had undergone

quietly approached the elderly man from behind, grabbing his collar discreetly. With warmth and politeness, he inquired, “Sir, how many years have you been fishing

tensed up when

“What are you

“N-Nothing. I…”

elderly man to finish explaining, Cedrick forcefully tugged his collar backward and threw

thud. He let out a pained

a sudden, the man hissed again, this time from

an elderly man like you needs a fake beard? Maybe I should check if your skin is fake

the man begged, abandoning

Cedrick narrowed his eyes and demanded, “Where is

Who’s that? I

murderous aura, Cedrick kicked the man’s stomach

the person you mentioned! Our boss, Hamish, left, and everyone else in Quawak was taken away. I was the only one left behind.

was one

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