When George Ross saw that Yolanda Greenwood really called the police, he quickly walked to the side and frantically called Enzo Harper.
But the other party didn’t pick up, so he sent a WeChat ssage, "Where are you? Co back quickly!"
He thought for a mont and sent another ssage, "Yolanda has called the police."
Yolanda saw him return and asked with a slightly cold expression, "Do you really not know where they are? I’ve already called the police, and if sothing happens..."
"I really don’t know," George Ross nearly cried, "Lola is my own niece, how could I harm her?"
Yolanda was pacing anxiously, and then suddenly thought of sothing and quickly went aside to make a call.
When Richard Reyes saw the incoming call, he was in the middle of a very important eting in the large conference room, personally hosted by Cooper Coldson.
He struggled internally for a mont, not knowing whether to answer, then saw Cooper Coldson glaring at him.
He didn’t hesitate, quickly stood up, and showed the phone to Cooper Coldson.
The caller ID displayed "President’s Wife", and Richard had never expected Yolanda to call him, nor had he changed the remark.
He whispered to Cooper, "It’s Miss Yolanda."
Cooper Coldson raised his hand, and the project manager who was speaking imdiately looked over in alarm.
"Pause the eting, everyone else leave."
The people looked at each other, and after Richard gestured, they all hurriedly left one by one.
The call was still unhung.
Cooper spoke indifferently, "Speakerphone!"
Richard hurriedly answered and switched to speakerphone, "Miss Yolanda? I was in a eting just now, it was inconvenient to answer the phone, what’s the matter?"
"I’m sorry, Assistant Reyes, for disturbing you," Yolanda said cautiously, "Are you with your president?"
Cooper Coldson shook his head.
Richard instantly replied, "No, the president is inside at a eting, I am outside in the conference room."
Yolanda breathed a sigh of relief, "Assistant Reyes, I need a favor from you. I’m in Ully Town, and today my friend and I t with your Ully project manager, nad Enzo Harper."
"There is indeed a project in Ully Town by Coldson Group, but I’m not quite clear on who the specific person in charge is."
"This Enzo Harper took my friend, and now I can’t contact her," Yolanda was on the verge of tears, "Can you help think of a way? We must find him imdiately, or my friend might be in danger."
Richard understood, and instantly looked at Cooper Coldson, who indeed looked very displeased.
"Don’t worry, Miss Yolanda, I’ll send soone imdiately to look for him and will contact you the mont there’s any news."
Such matters, Richard dared not delay. After hanging up, he imdiately went aside to make calls.
After several calls, he returned sowhat shafacedly, "President, we should be able to find him soon."
Cooper Coldson’s gaze was murderous, "Is this the type of elite that HR has recruited? Today they dare abduct a woman, will they dare to commit murder tomorrow?"
He roared, "I pay you all such high salaries, am I fostering a bunch of criminals?"
"I’ll make sure HR conducts thorough background checks from now on," Richard could hardly breathe.
"Tell the HR director to get lost!" Cooper Coldson stared at him, "If you don’t find the person within ten minutes, you can get lost too!"
Not long after Yolanda hung up, the police arrived and took her statent before beginning their search.
But it clearly wasn’t easy, no one knew Enzo Harper, and there were pitifully few surveillance caras around.
She waited for about ten minutes, then Richard sent a ssage.
"They are at Gold Spring Hotel, Room 504. Our people have already gone ahead, Miss Yolanda, please don’t worry."
"Ok, I understand, thank you, Assistant Reyes." Yolanda ended the call and then had George Ross drive to the Gold Spring Hotel, with the police car following them.
Inside the car, George Ross was skeptical, "Is it really at the Gold Spring Hotel? How did you find out?"
He faintly felt the call Yolanda made was unusual; he thought he heard Yolanda call the other person Assistant Reyes.
"Hurry up," Yolanda didn’t respond to his question.
On the way, she sent another WeChat ssage to Richard, "Thank you for today’s help, please don’t tell your president, I’ll repay you when I have the chance in the future."
Cooper Coldson looked at the WeChat ssage and snorted.
He handed the phone back to Richard, "You personally handle this project."
"Yes." Only at this mont did Richard vaguely realize that his own president might have taken a liking to Yolanda.
After leaving the conference room, he hurriedly replied to Yolanda’s WeChat, "Miss Yolanda, you are too polite, just say the word whenever you need anything, I’ll be there!"
He sent another ssage, "You go ahead and get busy, we can chat when I arrive in Ully Town."
He had a hunch that Yolanda might still end up as his president’s wife.
After reaching the Gold Spring Hotel, several people were already waiting in the lobby, and soone approached her imdiately when they saw Yolanda.
"Hello, are you Miss Yolanda?" The man leading them was dressed in a suit, with a solemn expression.
Yolanda nodded.
"I’m Jonathan Greenwood from Coldson Group; Enzo Harper was my boss, though, as of just now, he isn’t anymore," Jonathan said with an awkward twist of his mouth, "Your friend is upstairs, I’ll take you to her, rest assured, she is all right."
Yolanda’s expression changed, being brought to a place like this by a strange man, how could everything be alright.
She almost ran upstairs.
As they reached the door of Room 504, the door was closed.
Jonathan imdiately explained, "Miss Yolanda, Miss Gold is inside, please go in. We will wait outside, and Enzo Harper has been sent to the Public Security Bureau."
"Thanks," Yolanda nodded and pushed the door open.
George Ross had t Jonathan before, as the deputy of this project, and he imdiately said cheerfully, "Congratulations, guess we’ll have to call you President Greenwood now."
"You think too much," Jonathan’s expression wasn’t too good, "Soone higher up has co, Assistant Reyes has personally taken over."
Assistant Reyes?
George Ross asked cautiously, "President Greenwood, who is this Assistant Reyes? Is he a big deal at Coldson?"
Jonathan looked at him disdainfully, "He’s our president’s assistant, the most trusted person, what do you think?"
"Why has this alard him?" George Ross wiped the sweat from his forehead, wondering what relation Yolanda had with this Assistant Reyes.
Jonathan lowered his voice and hinted, "There are two involved... surely one of them must be linked to Assistant Reyes..."
His gaze turned suggestive as he curled his lips.
George Ross instantly understood, but was it Lola, or was it Yolanda?
Inside the room, when Yolanda entered, she didn’t see Lola Gold at first glance.
"Lola?" she tentatively called, looking around until she heard so noise from the bathroom.
She hurried over and knocked on the door, "Lola, are you in there? It’s Yolanda."
"Uh-huh!" a very soft voice ca from inside.
Yolanda’s heart tightened, and she tentatively asked, "Lola, do you want to co in?"
"No!" This ti, Lola Gold’s voice was very clear and certain.
"Okay, okay, I won’t co in," Yolanda bit her lip hard, "Don’t be afraid, I’m right outside the door, I’m here with you."
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