Upon hearing this, Henry Thompson’s pupils dilated momentarily, but quickly returned to normal. He turned his head to comfort Charlotte.
"Don’t worry, take your time," he said.
It was clear that the voice on the other side swallowed to calm herself.
"It’s true that Evelyn Curtis has been incarcerated. She has disappeared. Because of this, Justin wanted me to avoid the shooting site."
Even without face-to-face conversation, Charlotte could tell by his tone that Henry Thompson was frowning, his face etched with solemnity.
After a long pause, he spoke again, his voice softer than before.
"Charlotte, don’t go anywhere. Take care of yourself. Leave this matter to me. I will find her for you."
A little dazed, Charlotte gazed at the ceiling through misty eyes. She forced herself to muster a faint smile, her voice trying to sound relaxed.
As soon as she hung up, Mr. Thompson entered the living room. Hearing Henry on the phone, he stopped at the door and asked, "Is that Charlotte?"
Deep in thought about what Charlotte had just said, Henry was startled. He almost dropped the phone from his shaking hand.
Realizing that Mr. Thompson must have noticed his agitated state, Henry forced a smile.
Mr. Thompson, his eyebrows knitted together, noticed the hint of sweat forming on Henry’s forehead.
"It was...Charlotte."
An impatient tone crept into Mr. Thompson’s voice as he asked again, "What did Charlotte say?"
"She said...Evelyn Curtis has disappeared."
Upon offering comfort about Charlotte’s situation, Mr. Thompson seemed even more anxious than Henry was.
Considering the peril Evelyn Curtis posed, even Mr. Thompson felt a chill down his spine.
"Justin Battleson has sent people to look for her, but they haven’t found anything yet."
Mr. Thompson rubbed his thighs anxiously, he seemed as though he wanted to say something but ultimately held back, a sigh escaping his lips.
Hearing the pressing of buttons, Henry looked up,
"Search all train stations and hotels in Druarus for any information on Evelyn Curtis. Don’t leave any stone unturned."
The reply from the other side was swift: "Understood."
Having delegated the task, Mr. Thompson’s brow was still furrowed. He pulled out his phone again and swiftly dialled a series of numbers.
"Arrange for the best bodyguards from Thompson family, and send them to protect Charlotte’s safety in Druarus."
After Mr. Thompson finished giving instructions, Henry hesitated before speaking softly, "We already have the Battleson’s taking on responsibilities, there is no need for you go to this extent..."
"When it comes to Charlotte, I prefer to have my own people handling it. It gives me peace of mind."
Given Mr. Thompson’s determination, Henry knew that any further objections were futile.
"If we introduce too many people into the situation, we might startle the snake in the grass."
"The more people involved, the greater the chance we have of finding her."
Following Mr. Thompson’s command, the best bodyguards from Ashford City assembled. United in a fleet of black luxury vehicles, they set off for Thompson’s private airport.
The parade of vehicles, stretching several dozen meters in length, caught the attention of passers-by who stopped to marvel, assuming it was a bridal convoy.
"The planes Mr. Thompson arranged are ready. Quickly get in line and board."
At the instruction of the security guards, everyone exited their vehicles and split into two orderly lines to board the planes.
Accompanied by the roar of propellers, two planes took off from a landing strip in the Thompson’s suburbs, heading straight for Charlotte.
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