"Yes, Butler Santana discovered it when he returned. She didn't bring an umbrella," Sylvan Cheney tried hard to suppress the overwhelming restraint in his chest.
A wave of panic swept coldly over his body, colder than the night wind outside.
"In such heavy rain, where would she go?" Charles Mcintosh grabbed his phone, "Mr. Cheney, I'll contact my friends at the police station right away."
"Also reach out to the people at the highway department and check if she has left Landon."
"Alright."
After hanging up, Charles Mcintosh immediately contacted all of his acquaintances.
He instructed the driver to get the car, following to search for the person.
"Mr. Mcintosh, are you leaving too? Won't you stay or will you come back later?" Tomer chased after him.
"No, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back tonight." Charles Mcintosh got in the car.
