"I’m sorry..."
Skyler Jones closed his eyes painfully, prying Jennifer Douglas’s hands apart, "What you wanted, I’ve already given to that person."
In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed...
During this month, Skyler Jones never gave up searching for Christine Quinn.
He posted rewards, gathering information from anyone who knew of Christine Quinn, but, alas, he had yet to receive any reliable news.
He was finally starting to panic a little...
A month might an nothing to an average person, but to Christine Quinn, a month might be a luxury.
Where exactly is she? How is her health? Why is she hiding from him?
No matter the complaints, at least let him know how she is now. He’s truly lost and afraid to think about the days to co...
The secretary called once again, informing him that the eting he needed to host couldn’t be postponed any longer. Without him at the company, operations had already started to get ssy...
All his life, he had fought hardest for his career. Regardless of the tis, he had never abandoned his career, but now, he couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for it.
Every day, he thought about her...
He thought about everything she had said to him over the past six months, regretting that he only now realized she spoke to him each ti in a farewell tone, but he had never noticed.
Only now did he discover how much he cared about her...
She left for just one day, two days, and he could comfort himself by saying that the days they had been separated over the years were far longer than these few days, that eventually they would cross paths again, and so he didn’t need to worry, and she would co back after all.
But a whole month and a half had passed, and he realized he had completely lost her news, no longer like before—she would unintentionally appear in his world, even when he often wanted to keep her out, she really planned not to appear before him again, she really removed him entirely from her world...
His heart hurt deeply, more suffocatingly painful than when he endured her "betrayal" back then.
That sense of despair, that feeling of loss, is like the boundless sea, wave after wave crashing on his aching wound.
He missed her... desperately missed her, regretting that when she was by his side, he never reached out and held her properly even once, never said a kind word to her, and God knows how much he regrets now...
Could he have one more chance?
He would certainly devote all his life to making up for what he owed her...
A steady knock on the door interrupted Skyler Jones’s thoughts.
Skyler Jones snapped out of it, speaking without lifting his head, "Co in."
The person who walked into the study was his most capable subordinate.
Knowing his boss disliked unnecessary talk, he bowed his head and spoke directly, "Mr. Jones, regarding the madam’s departure from London, we’ve uncovered so leads, but they are yet unconfird."
Skyler Jones straightened his posture, his tone slightly eager, "Go on."
"According to the information we’ve gathered, the last sighting of the madam in London was by a bus driver. He said the madam fainted upon boarding, and they planned to call ergency services as the police hadn’t arrived, but a group of sturdy n brought doctors and nurses to the bus, put her in an ambulance, and took her away... They thought soone had called an ergency number, but when the police arrived, they realized unknown individuals had taken her."
"Did you investigate those people’s identities?"
"Yes, I found several eyewitnesses who saw the scene and had them piece together the identities of those who took the madam, and the result showed a familiar face—Jason Wood."
"Oh?" Skyler Jones wondered in his heart. Jason Wood was Howard Geoffrey’s man, but Howard Geoffrey clearly told him he hadn’t intervened in this matter. Could it be...
"Though it can’t yet be confird that this has anything to do with Mr. Geoffrey, those who took the madam should undoubtedly be Jason Wood... Mr. Geoffrey went to great lengths this ti to command people to block all news, no wonder we couldn’t find the madam’s whereabouts all this ti, but I don’t know why Mr. Geoffrey did this."
The subordinate reported the discovered facts to Skyler Jones in detail.
"Is this all you’ve found?" After listening to the report, Skyler Jones asked.
"Regrettably, that’s all I’ve discovered."
Finally, there’s so clue...
One month and eighteen days after leaving London, he finally had news of her.
He finally understood why Howard Geoffrey repeatedly advised him to see into his own heart, because Howard Geoffrey had taken away the stunning beauty that belonged to him.
This ti, no matter what thod, he was determined to bring her back, to cherish her all his life, and never let her be heartbroken or shed tears again.
No matter what had happened in reality, ti still continued to move silently. Marie had not expected that when she went to New York again during the winter holidays, she would no longer have her mother to accompany her, but only she and her father, lonely as two.
After a flight of about ten hours, Skyler Jones finally returned to Jones’ Mansion in New York with Marie.
Mrs. Geoffrey was very happy about the arrival of Skyler Jones and Marie, but also deeply pained that her son ultimately didn’t manage to keep Christine Quinn, and now, Christine Quinn remained missing.
For the sake of not further saddening Marie, whom they had just managed to accept was staying away because she didn’t want to co back due to her father, everyone tacitly refrained from imdiately bringing up Christine Quinn. It was only after Marie went upstairs to play with Andrew that they sat down to discuss Christine Quinn.
Rebecca Quentin naturally ignored Skyler Jones, watching him with a gaze full of resentnt throughout.
Skyler Jones looked at Rebecca Quentin, and it always felt like he was seeing Christine Quinn, so he had a special feeling for Rebecca Quentin.
Over all these years, only in front of Rebecca Quentin would Skyler Jones not use that cold, hard exterior to protect himself.
"Becca..."
"Don’t call , I hate you!!" Rebecca Quentin’s tone was harsh.
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