""Escaped?" Sylvan Cheney lifted his eyelids slightly, his thin lips parting lightly.
"Yes."
"She won't get far. Find her for me."
"I've already dispatched people, we're in a hurry. I heard Chris Fern had an accident?"
As she spoke, she glanced at the operation room door, her gaze lingering on it for a few seconds.
Her face was void of any noticeable expression, looking indifferent and aloof as usual.
Her makeup was on point today, and her eyes sparkled with a captivating charm at the slightest movement.
Plenty of men were staring at her as she passed by.
Lilac Serval was stunningly beautiful, to the point her every glance and gesture could take your breath away.
Like a thousand-year-old fox spirit, her beauty was spellbinding.
"Shot himself." Sylvan spoke with a heavy tone.
Lilac took another glance at the operating room door, shot himself?
She had met Chris Fern a few times. He looked extremely young when she first saw him, as though he just turned 18 or 19.
