Chapter 554

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Mitchel didn't tell Raegan that he had arrived at McCarthy Airport ahead of time, planning to take the same flight home with her. He had arranged for Matteo to stay in Ardlens for Janey's safety.

As soon as Mitchel activated his phone after landing, he was bombarded with missed calls and alerts.

Among the avalanche of messages, an urgent news alert caught his attention. «A huge landslide has hit Burwood, forcing people to evacuate.

We still don't know how many victims there are...

Mitchel froze. The roses slipped from her hands and fell to the ground.

Petals scattered everywhere.

Mitchel hurried out of the airport.

In Burwood. In the place of calamity.

Mitchel stood silently on the edge, his presence radiating a dignified, lonely coolness.

The scene before him looked nothing like the quaint town Raegan had depicted in his photos. What was before him was a landscape of mud, stones and rubble: total ruin.

Mitchel felt devastated. “Raegan…” He seemed unable to take it any longer and collapsed to his knees, his mind praying for Raegan's safety.

The two elite guards arranged by Mitchel for Raegan's security, now covered in dust, approached Mitchel and reported in a dry, harsh voice: "Mr. Dixon, we have searched this entire area and have found no trace of Miss Foster." …»

The disaster had been ferocious. However, thanks to the effective emergency response, casualties were reduced to a minimum. To begin with, the town's population was small.

Almost all the volunteers had made it to safety. At this time, only five individuals were missing, Raegan and Misael included.

"Miss Foster stayed behind to rescue a child, which delayed her escape..."

Before the guard could finish, blood gushed from Mitchel's mouth.

Mitchel's pale lips were stained crimson, blood dripping downwards.

"Mr. Dixon! The guards rushed over, trying to provide support.

However, Mitchel waved his hand dismissively. He stood up slowly, his voice cold as ice: “Get a helicopter, bring in more rescuers, and expand the search perimeter. We must find Raegan, even if we have to search every corner of this damn town.

The guards wasted no time and got to work.

A helicopter soon landed in an open field.

Mitchel climbed aboard, adjusted his specialized glasses, and gave the signal to proceed.

The helicopter traveled over the area at low altitude.

After several passes, no sign of life appeared, not even a small hint of a living being. The entire floor was a dull gray.

There were no signs of life anywhere.

Debris continued to cascade from Mount Burwood. This place was still the heart of the disaster, considered too dangerous to enter.

After making a second pass, the feeling of desperation in the helicopter cabin was noticeable among the guards. It seemed impossible to locate a breathing Raegan.

Mitchel's gaze was fixed on the gray landscape below, his handsome features filled with sadness. Given the situation, was there any chance of making it out alive?

However, he couldn't accept that Raegan had died. It was unthinkable that fate would be so hard on him. It couldn't be.

Seeing Mitchel's ghastly paleness, one of the guards gently suggested, "Mr. Dixon, perhaps you should take a break. Let's continue the search.

«Head towards latitude 45 degrees. At an angle. Mitchel's voice turned cold as he spoke sharply.

The pilot adjusted the helicopter's heading accordingly.

To the guards' astonishment, they observed a red ribbon moving on the bare branch of a tree. As they approached, they saw a small boy, covered in dirt, waving a red scarf.

Mitchel's pupils shrank sharply. That scarf belonged to the volunteers. Raegan had one just like it. And such a layer of dust was unusual on a child's equipment.

Mitchel grabbed the gear from the guard next to him and hurriedly put it on. "I'm going down!"

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