Isla Sue grabbed Alitzel Williams, "It’s useless. Alexander Knox basically makes all the decisions in the Knox family. Even if we go to the old lady, if Alexander doesn’t want to tell us precisely where Aria is, we’re still powerless."
Alitzel stood still, thought for a mont, and while pulling out her phone she reassured Isla Sue, "Don’t worry, let ask my son if he has any idea how to find her."
Isla hesitated and stopped Alitzel, "Mrs. Lewis, I’m worried that if Young Master Lewis gets involved again, it might provoke Alexander Knox."
Alexander Knox acted this way because he thought Aria Richardson and Wyatt Lewis had a relationship that night, which angered him and led to sending Aria away.
If Wyatt gets involved again, she’s afraid it’ll provoke Alexander further.
What if it ends up hurting Aria?
Alitzel thought differently.
If they don’t make a move, no one will help them. Do they just wait idly?
Wait half a month and everything would cool down.
It’s better to take action quickly and find her, that’s what’s important.
"Right now we have no leads, Little Hope is in River City, and she has no signal there, so I can’t contact her. Waylon is with the three kids around her. If you want to find Aria, you can only rely on Wyatt."
Alitzel directly called Wyatt Lewis.
Wyatt had been at the company these past two days. Waylon had handed him a big project, the first one he took over, so he was particularly focused.
When Alitzel’s call ca in, Wyatt was still busy, looking at the files in his hand while answering the phone, "Mom."
Alitzel spoke quickly, getting straight to the point.
Wyatt frowned, "When did this happen?"
"Yesterday."
Wyatt stood up, glanced at the ti, grabbed his coat and walked out without any hesitation, "Do we know the specific location?"
"The problem is, we don’t know where he sent her. But I suspect it’s not dostic."
Wyatt’s eyes were deep, "Got it, I’ll go find her."
Thomas Hughes was left by Waylon Lewis to help Wyatt. At this mont, he was holding several files as he walked in, only to see Wyatt striding away. Thomas called out, "Young Master, where are you going?"
"I have sothing to attend to."
"But there are so urgent files that need your..."
"I’ll look at them when I get back." Wyatt was waiting for the elevator, and Thomas catching up asked, "Young Master, is it sothing urgent?"
"Yes, Aria Richardson has been taken sowhere by Alexander Knox. I have to find her." With that, the elevator arrived and Wyatt quickly entered.
"Miss Richardson!" Thomas murmured where he stood, glanced at the files in his hand, and decided to report this to Waylon Lewis.
At this ti, Hope Williams and others were idle, sitting around playing cards.
To be precise, it was Liam Cloud who was free, and seeing Hope was also idle, dragged Hope and Waylon into a ga of cards.
To avoid boredom, Liam even brought over many fun gadgets.
As Thomas ca over with the files, puffing and panting, he saw Waylon sitting on a wooden chair, gracefully handling his cards. Thomas quickly went over, "Boss."
Waylon turned his head.
Thomas was stunned.
Oh my!
"Boss, you’re..."
Waylon was holding cards in his hand, his once handso, cold face now covered with white sticky notes.
Thomas twitched at the corners of his mouth, then looked at the group playing cards, Hope, Liam, and presumably a reluctant participant, Sean Stone.
Thomas’s gaze shifted to Hope’s face; her face was clean, aning all the punishnt had landed on Waylon.
Looking at Liam, the row of conspicuous white sticky notes probably was Waylon’s handiwork.
Thomas bit his lip hard to hold back his laughter.
He couldn’t look at these two directly.
Clearly, they both lost quite miserably.
Who would have thought these two usually cold and domineering moguls would end up playing poker so intensely?
Thomas held back, yet his mouth kept twitching.
Liam gave him an indifferent glance and continued managing his cards, "If you want to laugh, go ahead..."
"Snicker..." Thomas laughed guiltily, "Sorry, couldn’t hold it."
Waylon’s brows moved slightly, giving him a light glance back.
Looking at his boss’s face, Thomas couldn’t help but think; who was so evil enough to not stick notes on his cheeks, but specifically place an eight-character on his distinguished, cold boss’s philtrum.
However, this peculiar "design" on Waylon’s face sohow made his cold deanor less oppressive than usual.
Hope looked at the peculiar, humorous, yet sowhat adorable scenes the two portrayed, pressuring her laughter all the way.
Waylon retracted his gaze, calmly organizing the cards in his hand.
"What’s the matter?"
His magnetic voice carrying a hint of hoarseness sounded, as Waylon spoke, he played two cards.
Thomas suppressed his laughter, getting back to the subject, "Young Master left abruptly for an urgent matter. There’s an important file that needs your signature."
Waylon raised an eyebrow, his face turning dark, "Where did he run off to now?"
Thomas replied, "Because Miss Richardson was taken by Mr. Knox, Young Master rushed to find her."
Hope’s movents paused. She imdiately asked, "Aria is missing? When did this happen?"
"Briefly checked before coming, I estimate it was yesterday."
Hope narrowed her delicate eyebrows, "Do we have any idea of her whereabouts?"
Thomas shook his head, "I assu not yet, since they don’t know the direction to look, it’ll be difficult now."
Hope began to worry. If Alexander Knox intentionally wants to hide Aria, it would be tricky given the ti elapsed.
Even though Alexander wouldn’t harm Aria.
But he took her, surely Aria wasn’t willing.
Aria has a stubborn personality; if you forcibly take her, she’d dare to stand her ground.
She won’t gain anything by confronting Alexander head-on.
Hope lost the mood to play, her expression gradually turning serious.
Liam glanced at Hope’s face, raised an eyebrow, and offered, "Who are you looking for? Tell , I’m known for my helpful nature — finding people is my forte."
Liam lazily played his card, speaking nonchalantly.
Liam’s ability to find people is indeed unmatched, and Hope, feeling anxious, considered asking Liam to help find her. At this mont, Waylon calmly instructed, "Check the flight logs of Alexander Knox’s private jet, monitor all his recent trips."
Whether or not they can trace the flight logs is uncertain, but once they keep an eye on Alexander, if he visits Aria, they’ll know where she is.
Thomas’s eyes darted between his boss and Liam.
Since when were these two so fervently racing to involve themselves in this matter, not usually this eager.
Liam raised an eyebrow, unhurriedly suggested, "How about we compete to see who finds her first?"
Waylon glanced at him but didn’t decline.
Hope remained silent for two seconds, focusing on the two of them. These two had been playing cards extensively recently, their competitive spirit exceptionally heightened, still wanting to compete even now.
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