He turned the car around and drove back home, until downstairs he called the nanny, and upon confirming that there was still no news of her return, Shane Winchester didn't go upstairs but went directly outside the main gate of the living compound, still dialing the phone.
Again and again, but each time the other end of the phone was still a cold voice, making him more and more irritable.
Actually, he knew clearly in his heart, from today's reaction of hers, it was probably that she was deliberately deceiving him rather than encountering an accident, otherwise she wouldn't let him pick up Hankie alone.
Shane Winchester leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, his whole figure shrouded in shadows.
At this moment, on the white paper under Riley Sully's hand, there were finally pen marks, the black carbon pen sketched a handsome face of a man. Although it was hurriedly done with a few strokes and didn't look very much alike, the simple lines somehow bore a striking resemblance.
