NovelStartChapter 1426: Mr. Marsh and the Others Couldn't Sit Still
Indeed, she was shivering from the cold, but leaning against Tristan's warm chest, Monica had completely lost the fear she
experienced from the brush with death. All she felt now was relief and sadness... thinking of Claire, she was heartbroken. The rain
continued to fall, and Tristan couldn't help but quicken his pace.
It was winter, and the river water was icy and bone-chilling. Tristan was soaked through as well, but he seemed to be immune to
the cold. He just didn't want her to catch a cold. Monica put her arms around his neck, and Tristan glanced down at her, "| really
didn't check the almanac before we set out."
Narrowly escaping death should have been a cause for celebration, but Claire's whereabouts were unknown, and everyone's mood
remained somber. She leaned against him and couldn't help but remember how Tristan held her last night. Compared to last night's
joy and happiness, Monica felt a sourness in her nose and wanted to cry, "Is Claire dead...?"
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Tristan's pace quickened, and he didn't answer her question. Holding her in his arms, he walked through the wind and rain towards
the inn, one step at a time! He stared ahead, his cold eyes as dark as an ancient well. How could there be such a venomous-
hearted woman?
In the morning, Rowan gathered the courage to call Finnley, apologizing and then telling him about Claire's disappearance. "What?!
Missing?" Finnley was in the Marsh Group's president's office, "How could someone just go missing? Wasn't she found overnight?"
Not far away, Ivan Marsh looked up from his office chair, "..." Who was missing?
Rowan, who hadn't slept all night, kept apologizing on the phone, his spirits a bit deflated. "lI understand," Finnley couldn't bear to
blhim, "I'll cover right away. Sendthe specific location."
"Who's missing?" Ivan Marsh asked Finnley after he hung up the phone.
"Claire went to the ancient town with Dr. Watson. He just went to the restroom and when he cout, Claire was gone." Finnley
quickly typed on the keyboard to save and organize the urgent files.
Ivan Marsh's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately closed his laptop, got up, and said to Andrew, who had just entered the
room, "Prepare the helicopter. Leave the company matters to you. I'll take these urgent documents to the finance department
later."
"Yes." Andrew didn't know what had happened yet. He immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number, "Prepare the
aircraft."
As Finnley got up, Jennifer entered the office with a document in hand. Ivan Marsh and Finnley were rushing out. "Where are you
going?" She saw the urgency in the two men's faces.
Finnley glanced at Ivan Marsh before telling Jennifer about Claire's disappearance in the ancient town. "What?" Jennifer couldn't
believe it, "Claire is missing? Why are you only being informed now?"
And it happened yesterday?! What was Rowan doing? "Dr. Watson just told us," Finnley walked quickly towards the exit, "Keep it a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsecret from my parents for now!" He was afraid the elderly couldn't bear the news.
"Wait! I'll go with you!" She handed the document to Andrew, turned around, and chased after them.
So, Ivan Marsh, Jennifer, and Finnley, along with a professional search and rescue team, hurried to the ancient town by helicopter!
The ancient town was shrouded in misty rain, and the drizzle continued to fall. It seemed like a forgotten corner of the world.
On the rain-washed bluestone road, Tristan's man dragged Daphne Wells forward. If she struggled too hard, he would backhand her
with a slap! Soon, Daphne Wells's face becswollen from the slaps, and she calmed down a bit. In her heart, she cursed,
"Damn, does this man have a violent streak?!"
Soon, he saw several people standing by the riverbank not far away, one of whom was Rowan. He held a large black umbrella, his
figure appearing somewhat lonely and desolate. Since he hadn't returned to the inn last night, his phone had automatically shut
down after calling Finnley.
Tristan's man couldn't contact him and had dragged Daphne Wells all the way here. Mr. Marsh's orders had to be completed-hand
this woman over to Dr. Watson!
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