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Capital City was under a day-long drizzle, the sky weighed down by dark clouds where thunder and lightning darted amidst the heavy layers.
It gave an inexplicable impression of a storm brewing, with wind sweeping through lofty buildings!
In Baron Lawrenceâs villa, Scott Harris lightened his footsteps, quietly went past, and softly asked, âLord, has the young master fallen asleep?
âYes.â
Tobias Clark had spent the entire day crying himself to sleep, waking to find Enna Clark still not back, and crying again.
He wasnât wailing loudly, but was crying softly in a way that tugged at the heartstrings, as if he were desperately suppressing his vulnerabilities and fear.
The sight was heartrending to watch.
After spending the entire day and night thus, Scott Harris felt unusually distressed.
He wished he could immediately find Enna and bring her back.
If they didnât find Ms. Clark soon, he feared both the young master and the Lord would break down.
Especially the Lord who hadnât slept or eaten in an entire day and night. For the whole day, except for soothing the young master to sleep, he had been smashing things, shouting at people, and ordering searches. Scott felt that at this rate, the Lordâs mental state wouldnât hold up much longer!
He didnât fear anything else, but he was afraid that the paranoiac symptoms heâd barely managed to treat would relapse.
Baron Lawrence sat on the sofa, half-hidden in the shadows, emanating an unwelcoming aura. It only softened a bit when he heard mention of Bobby, âHe is already asleep.â
âAny findings?â
Scott Harris really didnât want to break the news, but he had to, âIâm sorry, my Lord.â
A whole day and night had passed!
It was enough time even to dump a body after a murder!
Yet they hadnât found anything!
Baron Lawrence slammed his fist on the coffee table, stood up, kicked over the wastebin in front of him, his face cold enough to rival the icebergs of Siberia, and growled hoarsely, â âIâm sorryâ isnât what I want to hear, I want to know her whereabouts! Where is she now!â
âMy Lord, Iâm sorry. Weâve checked all the highway entrances in Capital City, thereâs no record of that license plate number passing through. And in Capital City, thereâs no trace of that carâ¦â
Baron Lawrenceâs chest undulated violently, he clenched his thin lips, and suddenly said, âGive me the phone, Iâm calling the Old Master.â
âMy Lord?â Scott Harris was taken aback.
Of course, he knew who the Old Master that Baron Lawrence was referring to was, but once the call was made, both Ms. Clark and the young master would be exposed.
Given the Old Masterâs personality, the path ahead for Ms. Clark and the Baron mightâ¦become difficult.
âGive it to me!â If he could think of it, how could Baron Lawrence not have thought of it?
Itâs just that Baron Lawrence couldnât care about all that now!
All he wanted was for Enna Clark to be safe!
As long as that woman was safe, he didnât care what punishment awaited. Nor did he care how difficult the path ahead would be together with her!
All he wanted was for her to be alright!
As long as she was alright, everything else could wait!
Scott Harris handed him the phone.
No one knew what the person on the other end of the phone said, but half an hour later, Baron Lawrence put down the phone, rubbed his temples with a grave expression, and said, âItâs okay, the Old Master has agreed to look into it.â
As long as he agreed to help look into it, even if Enna had flown into the sky, they would find her immediately.
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Thinking about what he had just promised, it felt as if an invisible, ginormous hand was clutching at his heart, putting him in utter discomfort.
Looking at his expression, Scott Harris dared not disturb him. He stood silently aside, the guarding statue that he was.
The night was long, and this night was destined to be anything but tranquil..