Chapter 738 The Situation Doesnât Look Optimistic
Upon returning to the island in haste, Sharon did not see any trace of Joe.
Gorya raised her eyebrows and informed him, âAfter you left, Mr. Smith locked
himself in his study. Itâs been said that heâs been on the phone the entire time,
but no matter how we called, he didnât come out.â
A hint of concern flashed in Sharonâs eyes as he quickly made his way to Joeâs
room.
This room was supposed to be their bridal chamber, but it remained while the
bride was nowhere to be found.
Sharon suppressed his emotions and knocked on the door.
As expected, there was no response.
He thought for a moment and said, âIâve found some clues, and youâ¦â
The roomâs door was quickly pulled open, and a disheveled Joe appeared in
front of him. His voice was hoarse as he asked, âWhat clues?â
With his voice came a heavy scent of smoke.
Sharonâs gaze landed on the ashtray on the table, where the cigarette butts were almost overflowing. It was hard to imagine how many cigarettes Joe had smoked during this time.
Sharon furrowed his brows, walked to the window, pushed it open, and angrily
glared at Joe. âCharlotte hasnât been found yet, and youâre planning to smoke
yourself to death?â
Joe didnât care about the sarcasm and continued, âWhat clues have you found?â
âIâve found the mercenaries who kidnapped Charlotte,â Sharonâs tone grew
heavier. âThe situation doesnât look optimistic.â
Joe closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, sighing deeply. âRegardless, we have to find her first.â
Sharon lowered his gaze. âPerhaps thereâs another way.â
Joe immediately looked at him, and Sharon continued, âWe can gather
mercenaries to track them down, but itâs highly likely to make them desperate.â
Based on the information they had so far, the employerâs demand seemed to be
capturing Charlotte alive without any intention to harm her.
But once those tracking Solomon make a move and startle them, the
consequences would no longer be within their control.
Joe sat in silence, his hand reaching for the table to grab a cigarette, but Sharon
stopped him.
He looked up at her with a bewildered expression, and seeing him like this,
Sharon sighed deeply, âI know youâre hurting right now, but you canât destroy
your own body like this.â
âDo you really plan on bringing Charlotte back and letting yourself fall apart?â
Joe looked at their wedding photo on the table and eventually withdrew his
hand.
With furrowed brows, he said to Sharon, âGive it three days. If thereâs no
progress after three days, weâll gather the mercenaries.â
This time, Charlotteâs disappearance was truly baffling. Everyone involved had
been thoroughly investigated, but there was no sign that anyone had laid a hand
on her.
It was as if a group of people had appeared out of nowhere to take her away,
with no apparent origin or purpose.
Even Sharon was filled with bewilderment.
Soon, the blonde assistant sent to investigate the architects and construction
workers returned.
âWhat do you mean âall goneâ?â Joe questioned the blonde assistant impatiently.
âDidnât you find any leads?â
The blonde assistant shook his head. âNo.â
He placed a thick stack of documents in front of Joe, and the contents were
alarming.
âWe investigated all the workers, contractors, and architects involved in the
construction. We found that approximately ten workers and one architect had all
suffered various fatal accidents.â
Joe opened the documents, and the descriptions of the accidents were diverse
and unsettling.