Chapter 1732
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Jeremy gave Madeline a serious look, saying nothing in response.
The snow grew heavier over time, gradually piling on the ground.
Half an hour later, Jeremyâs car stopped at the villaâs gates once again.
When Madeline got out of the car, her eyes were immediately drawn to the two lines of tire tracks that were imprinted on the snow.
This villa was detached. Under normal circumstances, no one would be passing by this place, let alone leaving tire tracks at the gates, unless they came here deliberately.
âI see. Youâve locked her up here,â Carter said as he got out of the car. âLead the way.â He seemed impatient, but his expression still looked perfectly calm.
Perhaps Jeremy was still worried about Madeline, for he did not notice the tire tracks on the snow.
He opened the gates and led the way with Madeline in tow.
âJeremy, somethingâs off,â Madeline said, expressing her concern.
âOff? What do you mean?â Jeremy asked, confused. However, when he was at the entryway opening the door, he immediately felt an uneasiness hanging in the air.
Madeline too realized that something was wrong. She sniffed the air around her, then her expression suddenly changed.
âI think something has happened!â Madeline said with emphasis, immediately running upstairs.
Jeremy strode behind her.
Upon seeing this scene, Carter, who stood behind them, felt that something was amiss and quickly ran upstairs with them, toward the entrance to the guest room.
âWhy are you two running so fast suddenly? Whatâs wrong?â Carter asked in displeasure, then his eyes fell upon the guest room door.
He saw that the door lock was broken and there were footprints on the door, suggesting someone had forcefully kicked it.
Carterâs expression immediately changed. âSheâs here?â
Jeremy was silent while Madeline, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, said, âI smell blood.â
Madelineâs words put Jeremy and Carter on guard, their eyes simultaneously narrowed. Carter, however, was one step ahead of Jeremy as he violently pushed the door open.
The smell of blood intensified, and Madeline swiftly entered the guest room. She immediately saw a horrific puddle of blood, still fresh, that stained the snow-white rug. The room also showed signs of struggle.
However, Shirley was nowhere to be seen.
âJeremy, where is she? Whereâs Shirley?â Carter asked impatiently.
This was the first time Madeline saw such an extreme expression on this manâs usually emotionless face.
âShirley was right here when I left. Carter, you can see that someone had clearly been here,â explained Madeline.
âSorry, I donât see it.â Carterâs face fell, looking at the blood on the rug, and he clenched his fingers one by one.
âThis was your plan all along, isnât it, Jeremy? You had intentionally put on such a good show! You said you want to make a deal with me, exchanging Shirley for the anti-toxoid test reagent, but the reality is that you didnât even want this deal at all!â
Carterâs face was cold, his tone brimming with accusation.
âI would never pull this kind of trick. Someone had barged into this room and taken Shirley away. If youâre truly worried about her, I can help you in finding her current location.â
âThereâs no need!â Carter rejected him coldly and suddenly took out the half-complete anti-toxoid test reagent from his pocket. âSince sheâs nowhere to be found, this deal is off, Jeremy. Donât even think about laying your hands on this anti-toxoid test reagent!â
As his voice fell, he suddenly lifted his hand and violently threw the anti-toxoid test reagent out of the balcony.
âStop!â