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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 920
As the butler got the car ready, Mindy herself was already standing in front of what remained of the Schuyler family’s mansion.

“Excuse me, but have you seen anyone wearing a mask? He’s about this tall and with his mask down, he has serious burn marks around his eyes…” asked a girl to a random passer-by as she lifted her hand over her head to mimic how tall Sanderson was.

“…No I haven’t…?” replied the confused man.

“But how could that be possible? He told us he’d come looking for us yet he didn’t! He wasn’t even at Yorknorth Mountain! Where could he possibly have gone to…? I even tried calling Stella but I can’t reach her either! When I went over to her place, it seemed like she had moved out… Hey, who do you suppose could tell me where Sanderson went…?” asked Mindy.

The passer-by himself was stunned to know that she had directed the question at him. Scanning her from head to toe, he then shook his head before running off. How sad that such a beauty sounded so insane.

“Where could you have gone to, Sanderson…? You… You said you’d come back… That you’d talk to me in the garden every night… You promised… I… I refuse to believe that you lied to me! Please, Sanderson… You’re my best and only friend… You… You can’t just leave like that… Where are you…?” mumbled Mindy to herself.

and gentle he was. How every time she talked to him, he would

gotten close to him since he looked like he was

knew he had risked his life to rescue her and many others, she was well aware that forgetting him

eventually leaned against a wall before

“Where are you, Sanderson…?”

seemed to have been completely deserted. Since

short, Mindy couldn’t even contact the last person who could’ve possibly

safe, Sanderson…!”

She was feeling far too uneasy to be

for him by walking around instead of getting in her car, she felt a new determination in her to search for him. To search for the man who had managed to spark hope in her

nor did she have any meaningful relationships with anyone outside of her family for the longest time. Sanderson was the embodiment of