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.

running out of excuses for your absence. It’s fine if you don’t care about sending your sick

grip on the steering wheel and slowly pressed the brake. The luxury car slowed down on the road, but he didn’t come to a complete

Undeniably, he hesitated.

Quawak. Perhaps his trip would be in vain, and

It presented a perfect opportunity for

couldn’t ignore the chance to rescue Gwendolyn and possess her as his own. The possibility, no matter how slight, compelled him to

found it hard to breathe. He pulled over to the side of the road, giving himself a moment of respite, and fell

if it ended in failure, he believed it would provide closure to the

toward his arranged marriage with Whitney. Her illness made it all the more crucial for him to be there for

dusk approached, the red sky reflected off Charles’ conflicted blue

Time was running out.

steering wheel firmly, then loosened his grip before tightening them again, the repetitive motion mirroring the turmoil

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

wasted no time. They immediately launched a large-scale search

idle and decided to search for the old fisherman at the

the man’s residence, he was taken

back and limping gait remaining the same, his

warmth and politeness, he inquired, “Sir, how many years have

old man tensed up when he

are you afraid

“N-Nothing. I…”

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

the ground with a thud. He let out a pained howl, clutching his back

hissed again, this time from the pain of having his

that an elderly man like you needs a fake beard?

Please don’t, Mr. Jenson. I was forced to do this!” the man begged, abandoning the jaded voice he

expression, Cedrick narrowed his eyes and

man appeared stunned. “Joe? Who’s that? I

murderous aura, Cedrick kicked the man’s

left, and everyone else in Quawak was taken away. I was the only one left behind. I’ve never heard

was one

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