His words did not provoke any reaction from William Moore; he still stood there lightly, with thin blue smoke swirling in front of him. His gaze appeared exceptionally murky and obscure within the mist.
The young master of the Moore family, the Pavilion Master of the Dark Chamber, a man who controls the entire black market drug flow, naturally is not as pristine as he appears. The blood that has flowed through his hands likely surpasses the amount of substances he’s handled.
Brandan Hyde saying these words is akin to swallowing his pride. For a man whose self-esteem towers above the sky to say such things to William Moore now, anyone familiar with him might be utterly astonished.
William Moore extinguished his cigarette on the trunk and lifted his eyes to coldly glance at Brandan Hyde. Without uttering a word, he simply waved and led his n deeper into the forest.
Brandan Hyde watched his silhouette, feeling complex emotions stirring within him.
Their squads are about equally matched, which ans both of them face similar risks.
The primordial forest is undeveloped; venturing deeper could an risking lives.
That’s precisely why he wanted Lady Hyde to turn back, fearing danger might occur.
And William Moore, such a pampered man, actually seems willing to risk his life for Iris Harris.
Brandan Hyde can’t even fathom how much this man must like Iris Harris.
If Iris no longer loves him, then her most likely choice would be to be with William Moore.
After all, that person surely treats her incredibly well...
For so unknown reason, scattered thoughts filled his mind as he watched another man braving risks for her, leaving him with a sense of loss.
Shaking his head, Brandan Hyde pushed aside such distracting thoughts; now is not the ti for these musings.
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The two brigades rged into one, and walking beca much easier.
The forest is vast, making the search extrely challenging. Apart from trees and grass, there is nothing in sight. The sun rose to its peak, yet beneath the tree shade it remained cool, bodies covered with cold sweat.
Physical exhaustion was heavy; everyone found a clearing and began setting up camp, intending to resu their search after lunch.
The food brought along was not ample. Lady Hyde sat on the ground, too exhausted to eat. Brandan Hyde approached, saw the barely eaten piece of bread by her side, and sat next to her, gently calling out, "Mom."
Lady Hyde turned her head, looking at her son, her eyes filled with deep exhaustion and sorrow.
At this point, she had no choice but to prepare for the worst-case scenario.
Iris Harris disappeared, the kidnappers vanished with five billion, and even if they don’t kill her, Iris Harris cannot survive in such a forest for long.
The forest is so vast that even searching every inch might yield grim outcos.
Lady Hyde thought about this, her heart wrenched with an unbearable pain. She couldn’t accept the fact that Iris Harris might never return.
She bowed her head, covered her face and sobbed softly. Her mournful cries cast a solemn atmosphere over the clearing.
Brandan Hyde sat beside her, extending his arm to draw her into an embrace. At this mont, he couldn’t quite articulate his own feelings. Regret? Of course, there was...
But more than that, it was disbelief.
He once imagined countless tis Iris Harris would vanish forever from his world.
Yet now she might really be gone forever...
His heart felt soaked in cold water, even his fingertips were icy.
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