The moment Dante Westwood entered and surveyed the scene before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear creep into his heart.
"Boss "
"You found it?" Altair Mo's voice was cold and had no inflections.
Dante Chen did not even dare to breathe hard. "We have a clue."
Altair Mo raised his head to look at Dante Westwood,
His dark eyes kept their gaze fixed on him.
"The tollbooth surveillance cameras in Ciudad Paz recorded images of the car that kidnapped the young teacher." Dante Westwood continued, "The kidnappers seemed to have figured this out as well, which is why they have avoided the subsequent areas under surveillance. Based on my investigations, these kidnappers are most likely headed for the South Sun District."
"Sun rising?" Altair Mo's long brows knitted together, "Do you suspect that the previous creative director, Bryce Smith, is the one pulling the strings?"
"It's very possible," replied Dante Westwood.
"Master, he may not know about this, but when Bryce Smith left the company, his parting words were harsh. He said that he would be sorry, that he would... drop to his knees and beg for mercy." Dante Westwood did not dare to meet Altair Mo's eyes as he spoke.
After a short pause, Altair Mo slowly got up from the sofa. "Where is Bryce Smith's hometown?" The low growl from him dripped with danger.
"In Alpine Village, Southern Sun District," Dante Westwood replied.
With that, Altair Mo left the villa with long strides.
Jade Springfield took little Bun's hand as she went home. Before she could get to the gate, she saw a red Ferrari parked by the side of the road.
Those men were there? Jade Springfield narrowed her eyes and continued to carry Bun home.
"Jade, you have returned at the perfect time." Laurie Murray, in her sixties, came out of the house to greet her. As soon as she got out, she saw little Bun behind Jade.
There were a limited number of families in this town that were over a hundred years old, and Laurie Murray knew all of her children, what they were like, and what families they belonged to.
As she looking at the adorable and beautiful Bun, Laurie Murray thought to herself, "Could this boy be related to one of the families in town?"
"Bun, this is Grandma Murray," Jade Springfield lowered her head to talk to Bun. Come say hello.
Laurie Murray and Jade Springfield weren't related by blood, but she had grown up following in Laurie Murray's footsteps. So to Jade Springfield, Laurie Murray was the only important person in this world.
Bun squeezed Jade Springfield's hand. Her little face was lan blank as always. "Great grandmother ...".
"Aw, what a good boy. You are so obedient!" When Lauric Murray laid eyes on the little boy, she was delighted. Her face crinkled with joy.
"Oh?" Laurie Murray looked at Bun again and compared him to Jade Springfield. "When you take a closer look, this kid looks just like you." Jade Springfield looked at Bun. In fact, the resemblance was there.
At that moment, two figures came out of the casu, Laconing in high heels. These two were the owners of the Ferrari and were blood relatives of Jade Springfield. The middle-aged woman in front was Jade Springfield's biological mother, Iris Simpson. The girl following her was Jade Springfield's younger sister, by a year and a half, Betony Springfield. Both were dressed in luxurious couture. Even though Iris Simpson was already in her forties, she kept her figure in check and took good care of her skin. When she was combined with her exquisite appearance, she looked like she was in her thirties instead of her real forties.
"Ma'am, this is Jade." Laurie Murray noticed that Iris Simpson remained silent. She thought that Iris didn't recognize Jade Springfield. After all, it had been over a decade since these two met.
Iris Simpson looked at Jade Springfield. She looked wild, unsophisticated and her shoes were covered in mud. Her brows knit together and her eyes filled with disgust.