When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 872: A Segment of Surveillance Footage

Looking at his lively and adorable daughter in his arms, Adrian Lancaster was filled with guilt, but even more determined to find his daughter!

"Adrian, why don’t you eat sothing first?" Chloe Gable knew she must persuade him today and take good care of him.

If he collapsed, then this family would truly fall apart.

Adrian Lancaster carried his daughter toward the dining room, and Chloe Gable followed. She personally prepared food for him in the kitchen and watched him finish eating.

Soon, the old patriarch of the Lancaster Family also hurried over.

The car had barely stopped in the yard when he opened the door himself without waiting for assistance. After getting out, the old man, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, hurried inside.

In the President’s office of Prestige Group.

When Dustin Shepherd finished his work and saw the news, he was stunned, "Faye Turner is in trouble?" Yesterday’s incident? He’s just finding out now.

He hurriedly picked up the phone to call her, but it was turned off.

Although the news ntioned it was just suspected, but...

So, when President Lancaster received that phone call yesterday and ran off, it was because she was in trouble? Until now, President Lancaster hasn’t co by.

Dustin Shepherd was handling the company affairs, so he wasn’t involved in the search for the missing person and naturally didn’t know about it.

But after learning about it, he too beca extrely worried, constantly keeping track of the search efforts and also contacted Adrian Lancaster’s other assistants.

Indeed, she was missing, and they were searching for her.

Until three days later, when the anxious Adrian Lancaster, whose bloodshot eyes were seething with rage, received a call from one of his subordinates—

"Boss, we just found a blurry piece of surveillance footage, currently being restored. It appears that soone... threw the madam into the river."

Boom—!

Adrian Lancaster’s world instantly collapsed! Thrown into the river?

His silence sent chills down the phone line, prompting the caller to quickly add, "It’s just suspected, not confird yet. We’ve been checking nearby surveillance and saw two n in black masks throwing soone into the river. From the clothing, it looks similar to what the madam was wearing that day."

He had already put it very tactfully.

Adrian Lancaster gripped his phone, sitting in his Lamborghini’s driver’s seat, feeling his rationality gradually crumbling as ti ticked by!

All the strength and patience he had held so far shattered in an instant. With tightly pressed lips, he uttered, "Give the address."

"Okay." The subordinate sent him a location.

He glanced at it, put down his phone, and floored the gas pedal, driving off.

Clenching the steering wheel tightly, his chest ached with every throb, fiercely holding back the sting in his eyes, his face twisted in pain, tears rolling down one after another.

At the location identified from the surveillance footage, several cars were parked, with many people gathered at the barrier—all of them Adrian Lancaster’s subordinates.

There were also several police cars, with officers putting up a police line.

Adrian Lancaster and Chase Fletcher received the news almost simultaneously and arrived at nearly the sa ti.

As the two cars halted, Adrian Lancaster got out and rushed over, looking down—a raging river!

"Let see the footage."

The originally blurry surveillance had been restored.

As he watched the footage, grief and anger overwheld him, seeing those two n in black masks throw his Faye into the river!

Sharing a bed for so long, of course, he could recognize her at a glance on the footage, yet how could he be willing to admit it?

Adrian Lancaster’s vision blurred as he turned and grasped the railing, staring at the raging waters, "Was the ti the day of the incident?"

The subordinate lowered his gaze and replied, "It was that night."

His handso brows furrowed, unable to control his emotions, his eyes burning red like flas.

"Boss, maybe it’s not her... After all, it is just surveillance, taken from afar." Soone softly comforted.

Chase Fletcher’s gaze inadvertently fell on the bushes beside the railing, vaguely spotting sothing.

He stepped forward a few paces, squatted down, parted the bushes, and picked up the fallen bracelet.

This action naturally caught everyone’s attention, including the slow turn of Adrian Lancaster’s gaze.

He stood up, holding the bracelet in his palm, and softly asked, "Is this hers?"

Everyone’s focus turned to the palm of his hand.