Capítulo 1688: Chapter 1688: White-haired Person Sending Off Black-haired Person
As he spoke, he felt a bit guilty. This reason was too feeble and completely untenable.
He saw Sylvan Cheney’s expression change entirely, one hand holding an umbrella, the other clenched into a fist, eyes filled with unfathomable depth and bloodthirsty redness.
“Charles, if sothing really happens to her, I entrust the company in Cakago and Chale to you,” Sylvan Cheney spoke, his gaze falling on an invisible spot.
“Mr. Cheney…” Charles Mcintosh called out in distress, “Don’t assu the worst. Nothing will happen. I’ll make another call…”
Charles’s voice was also trembling.
Sylvan Cheney’s words made his heart ache trendously.
Charles imdiately made several more calls, almost shouting himself hoarse in the rain.
He was like a brother to Sylvan Cheney, understanding him deeply. If sothing happened to Jasmine Yale, Sylvan might truly neglect even Chale Cheney.
Even the most mature and rational person can’t escape the word “emotion.”
The rain poured harder and harder; Sylvan Cheney’s fringe was wet, and most of his clothes were soaked.
It was obviously very cold, yet he felt no chill, his blood boiling and burning all over, as if his breath could stop any second.
In the rain, many people stood around, the atmosphere solemn and icy.
The night of Qingming Festival always chilled to the heart.
The wind lashed his face, sharp as a knife.
Charles stood in the rain, making calls, while Sylvan Cheney stood silently, his figure elongated by the lights, lonely and desolate.
Not far away, Riceball from Cheney Residence was still barking, continuously and mournfully.
Ti ticked away.
From slightly after seven in the evening to midnight, Sylvan Cheney and Charles Mcintosh kept searching but found nothing.
The night grew deeper, still no sign of Jasmine Yale anywhere.
“It’s midnight…” Sylvan Cheney painfully rubbed his forehead, “The night is so deep, it’s raining, she fears the dark, and she’s only wearing slippers…”
Listening to this, Charles felt heartbroken.
He knew how much pressure and pain Sylvan Cheney was enduring at this mont, it was like a dagger repeatedly stabbing at the heart.
Truly, as Sylvan Cheney said, whoever managed to take her under his nose must be soone significant.
Jasmine Yale didn’t have the capability to stay hidden for so long.
The situation was far more serious than imagined.
“Mr. Cheney, I think Miss Yale must still be in Elder Childe’s hands,” Charles restrained his emotions, “Perhaps Elder Childe found out sothing.”
As people age, during Qingming Festival, they increasingly yearn for those who have passed.
Spencer Childe is the older sending off the younger.
The hatred in his heart isn’t sothing that will ever dissipate, unless taken to the grave.
“However, Mr. Cheney, when Elder brings soone to Landon, he does it stealthily, rarely letting us find out.” Charles tried to analyze calmly with Sylvan Cheney.
But what use is analysis?
If Spencer Childe intended to hide, he would certainly succeed.
The ruthless n in Spencer Childe’s command aren’t just there for show; they’d dare to shoot at Sylvan Cheney.
Charles felt a chill down his spine; if they could heartlessly shoot at Sylvan Cheney, as for Jasmine Yale…
He dared not imagine.
Soone consud by hatred can do unimaginable things; even a shot to the head might be considered rcy.
Charles was filled with coldness.
“Keep searching,” Sylvan Cheney closed his eyes powerlessly, his gaze showing exhaustion at its peak.
His heart hurt with a “sizzling” pain, as if all was drained from him, barely hanging on.
The last breath, he was holding on for Jasmine Yale.
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