Cyrus Thompson is the kind of child whose simple comfort doesn’t really make a difference.
"Think about it, Vincent hasn’t had any conflicts with your dad, his target must be your mommy, and he definitely intends to take Charlotte abroad."
"Then places like the port, or more private estates, warehouses, places that can accommodate a four-person yacht or an airplane, these might be Vincent’s destinations."
Annie Anne’s words seed to have given Cyrus so significant hint, causing his eyes to suddenly brighten.
He then began operating his ten fingers across the computer screen, trying his best to search for these road surveillance points that Annie Anne had just ntioned.
Generally, these places are located on the outskirts of the city, with very little traffic compared to the densely populated parts of the city, making it relatively easier to filter through.
With such an important point, Annie Anne thought of it, and naturally, Justin Battleson would not overlook it; in fact, he had already sent people to scan those areas.
And indeed, Campbell Prickly, whom Annie Anne ntioned earlier, was a breakthrough point.
"Mr. Battleson, we have a lead." Michael Richard spoke with a serious expression before finally handing the tablet in his hand to Justin Battleson.
Upon seeing the location on the screen, the coldness in Justin Battleson’s eyes intensified.
Indeed, Vincent had taken Charlotte Thompson to a private estate.
"Dispatch people imdiately." Justin Battleson instructed without the slightest hesitation.
Just as Justin Battleson finished speaking, he received a call from Cyrus Thompson.
"Dad, I found a private estate, it’s very likely that mom is there!"
"Stay at ho and don’t go anywhere, do you understand?"
However, Justin Battleson left the kids with such a ssage, because to him, Vincent was already extrely dangerous, and he absolutely couldn’t allow the children to be put in danger.
...
Charlotte Thompson looked down at the electronic lock on her wrist, the thing had already rubbed a large red area on her skin.
She had been locked in this room by Vincent for a long ti.
Vincent’s surveillance was tight, leaving Charlotte with no opportunity to contact Justin Battleson.
Charlotte didn’t even know where she was at the mont.
Footsteps approached from outside the door, causing Charlotte to beco instantly alert, and naturally, the person who walked in was no other than Vincent.
"Charlotte, I don’t like it when you look at with that kind of gaze."
When Vincent entered the room, he was t directly with Charlotte’s cold and distant stare, which prompted him to sigh with a bit of helplessness, then he handed the dress he was holding to Charlotte.
"Put it on."
Charlotte made no move.
"You can’t escape, and Justin Battleson won’t find you. Soon I’ll be able to take you away from here, and as for everything before..."
It was only when Vincent got close that Charlotte saw there was also a slender syringe next to the dress.
Speaking, Vincent picked up the syringe.
"Those unpleasant mories, I will make you forget them."
"Vincent, you seem to have overestimated yourself." Charlotte pursed her lips coldly, believing that Justin Battleson would definitely find her.
But Vincent appeared to read what Charlotte was thinking in her heart, and he chuckled with a smile.
"Justin Battleson did find you, but it was only your phone that he found, which I placed elsewhere."
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