Chloe Brooke naturally didn’t understand, but seeing his expression finally resembled his usual self, she quickly nodded, "Darling, I know, liking soone ans treating them well..."
Ian Linton’s expression slightly eased, he raised his hand, gently touched Chloe Brooke’s ssy long hair, and said warmly, "Chloe, if anything happens to you in the future, I would go through fire and water for you... do you know that?"
Originally, Chloe Brooke was a bit afraid of him, but now hearing him say this, she imdiately blossod with joy, her cheeks slightly red, she said coyly, "Darling, if sothing really happens to in the future, I don’t need you to do anything for , I just want you to be well."
"Chloe..." Ian Linton’s expression seed slightly moved, he reached out and gently pulled his newlywed wife into his arms, speaking softly, "I’m so happy that you think of this way."
Chloe Brooke buried her face in Ian Linton’s embrace, feeling the warmth from his body gradually spreading, perating her frozen temperature, she was montarily intoxicated in her husband’s embrace, until Ian Linton let her go.
Ian Linton said, "Chloe, you better go ho first."
Chloe Brooke raised her head, hearing this, was slightly stunned, and asked with so confusion, "Darling... did I do sothing wrong?"
"It’s too cold here, go ho and change your clothes." Ian Linton smiled at her gently, "It’s my fault, we went out in a hurry and I forgot to bring your coat."
Chloe Brooke was indeed freezing, but having just been intimidated by Ian Linton, she hesitated a bit about leaving now, and cautiously asked, "Darling... if I leave just like this, will you bla ?"
Ian Linton smiled, "What are you thinking? If you get sick from the cold, I would be the one upset. It was my fault earlier, I shouldn’t have blad you like that."
Chloe Brooke looked at him, realizing he had once more beco the gentle, considerate, and refined Ian Linton, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the inexplicable fear she felt towards him dissipated. She tiptoed to kiss Ian Linton on the cheek and said to him, "Darling, then I’ll leave first."
She paused a bit, hesitated again, and looking at Ian Linton’s face, still didn’t dare to ask, "Where will you go later?"
There always seed to be sothing different about Ian Linton today.
She shook her head, suppressing these vague thoughts, hugged her thin clothes, and got into the car amidst the cold wind.
Sitting in the car, she turned her head to look at her husband standing at the police station entrance, he seed to be looking forward, but for so reason, she always felt that he wasn’t truly seeing her.
A girl’s mind is always strange and sensitive, sitting alone in the car, Chloe Brooke reflected on her husband’s recent attitude towards her, feeling sowhat aggrieved and sad.
She was worried about Daisy Ginger, but it was so cold here, she only wore a thin shirt, wouldn’t he feel heartache if she caught a cold...?
*
Edward Stephens went back, ate a little, and then lay down to sleep.
The room was full of things left by Daisy Ginger, and the fragrance she hadn’t dispelled lingered faintly in the air. He fell asleep but slept uneasily, in a haze, always feeling Daisy Ginger was beside him, the sound of footsteps coming and going at the door, thinking she had co back.
When he woke up, it was already midday, his head splitting with pain.
He lit a cigarette, sat by the bedside, glanced at his phone, there was no news.
Soone knocked at the door outside, it was the household servant: "Mr. Stephens?"
Edward Stephens: "What is it?"
"Lunch is ready," said the servant at the door, "Will Miss Ginger co back for lunch today?"
Edward Stephens felt a tightness in his chest, surged with a few inexplicable irritations. Although the news was concealed from top to bottom, it was clear the higher-ups already knew, but the lower-level people didn’t. The Gingers’ building could operate for a few more months without Daisy Ginger, but once shareholders learned that the Ginger’s CEO was in trouble and began to sell stocks, the entire Ginger family business might go bankrupt.
This would also be a major blow to the Banyan City governnt.
This world is just so ridiculous and cruel. So trash can destroy one family, the future of dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people.
Edward Stephens opened the door, went downstairs.
Lunch was prepared in a duo portion, Daisy Ginger’s place settings laid across from him. Edward Stephens sat in the chair, looked at the empty bowl and plate, sat in silence for a mont, put down his chopsticks, and suddenly had no appetite.
"Mr. Stephens, is the lunch not to your liking?"
The servant was startled seeing him stood up from the dining chair and hurried over to ask.
"I’ll wait for her to co back and eat together." Edward Stephens said lightly.
"Will Miss Ginger be back for lunch?" the servant asked.
"Perhaps."
Edward Stephens spoke in a mild tone, put on his coat, and had already stepped out the door.
*
By evening, there was finally a breakthrough in the case.
The police had called up surveillance from a rural area, showing Ervin Osteen appeared at a small shop wearing a baseball cap, bought a large quantity of water and food, and took them to his car.
Because the rural surveillance wasn’t as dense as in the city, by the ti the police rushed to the scene after receiving the information, Ervin Osteen was already gone.
However, the search area was narrowed.
After so discussion among the case experts, they identified a possible destination for Ervin Osteen—
An abandoned motorcycle junkyard.
The junkyard was east of the rural area in a dense forest, abandoned for nearly eight years. It was also where Ervin Osteen hid when he kidnapped Daisy Ginger back then!
No one could imagine that eight years later, Ervin Osteen would repeat his trick and kidnap Daisy Ginger back to the cri scene of eight years ago.
The police imdiately gathered a team to head to the motorcycle junkyard, and approached the rusty, overgrown factory outskirts near six o’clock.
Back then, the motorcycle factory almost brought the entire village’s economy to life. After the kidnapping case, the factory owner went bankrupt overnight and ended up committing suicide by jumping off a building.
It could be said, Ervin Osteen and his group didn’t just cause the death of so people they murdered. Many more innocents were implicated by their rampage.
And this ti, with conclusive evidence, even if death penalty couldn’t be sentenced, he could be imprisoned for life—
Ervin Osteen’s black car with no license plates was parked right at the motorcycle factory entrance, giving everyone so certainty. To avoid startling the suspect, several ard special forces soldiers, under the command of the officers, quietly climbed through the windows under the cover of darkness.
Just when everyone thought they might rescue the hostage this ti, a voice suddenly ca through the radio.
"Report." The voice, mixed with static, sounded sowhat distorted, "The hostage has not been found. Ervin Osteen... is already dead."
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