In the downpour, Cedrick followed Swain to see Gwendolyn’s car that went off-road.

It was a light green Maserati.

Since Gwendolyn loved green, he gifted her this limited edition car for their third anniversary.

It was indeed her car.

With his red-rimmed eyes, he stared fixedly at the damaged car. The raindrops got caught on his eyelashes, blurring his vision.

He always remembered how Gwendolyn cherished this car. She would drive the car almost every day, yet it remained pristine as if it were brand new.

Just what did she encounter in Orchidbay Tunnel that made her car spiral out of control?

A group of soldiers from the Federal Bureau of Investigation surrounded the car. Braving the rain, they inspected the car for any signs of suspicious stuff.

Taking an umbrella from the person beside him, Swain silently stood by Cedrick’s side, shielding the latter from the rain.

Cedrick’s aura was so heavy that it beat the gloominess of the rain. Feeling his heart breaking for Cedrick, Swain stared at his boss.

“Don’t worry, Boss. Mrs. Jenson is capable. No one is inside the car, anyway, which proves she’s still alive. We can surely find her.”

Enduring the pain, Cedrick spoke, his voice hoarse.

“How’s the search going? Have you searched around the canyon?”

Looking down, Swain let out a sigh. “Mrs. Jenson’s car lost control before the rain started. Luckily, we found the car earlier. Otherwise, the heavy rain would’ve washed away the traces of the car. There’s mud everywhere now, so it’s hard for us to find any traces, but we’ve already checked the area and even have a tracking dog with us. We found no bloodstains, so Mrs. Jenson should be unharmed.”

Slowly, Cedrick heaved a sigh of relief.

No bloodstains. Unharmed. These are good news.

“Continue searching. Arrange a tow truck and bring this car back for inspection. See if there are any additional fingerprints or footprints on the car.”

got out of the car herself or was

if she encountered an uncontrollable, dangerous situation would she voluntarily speed down

his fists,

incident, he was upset that Gwendolyn spoke up for Charles. Little did he

been by her

info, Mr. Jenson. We found Mrs. Jenson’s phone

he was lost in thoughts, someone rushed

the fingerprint or any usage traces, the police sealed the

it, Cedrick stared

touched the

indicate that her phone was switched off. Rather, it had a weak signal, as she was out of the

GPS tracker

it. “This is not Gwenny’s phone,” he stated in

else was

hers, then… could Mrs. Jenson

her, anything could be

Cedrick coldly instructed, “Call for a tow truck and return to the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

“Yes.”

when Swain was about to offer him the umbrella, Cedrick already turned

him, and he was also concerned about

did not walk too far

phone out, he saw that the call was

in his thoughts and just stared

be a series of

be related to the tragic massacre of

were waiting for news from Cedrick, but what could he

he stared at the

found—that

his distress, he declined Charles’ call and replied with a

go to Harrick Villa and pack some clothes for the kids. As for

fingers were trembling, he forced himself to remain composed,

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