Beyond the Divorce

The news hit me hard, and Atlas immediately called Jared to confirm the information.

Jared decisively affirmed the news, stating that Trinity was supposed to have returned to the country.

However, when it was time for her to go to the airport as planned, she was discovered missing from her room. After a casual search yielded no results, they sensed something was wrong and officially declared her missing.

It had been over 10 hours.

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at Atlas in a panic. "What should we do?"

Atlas didn't immediately answer my question. After contemplating, he made a call, issuing tasks to the other side.

Then he said, "I've contacted our headquarters in the Jitador to investigate the situation. Concluding the current uncertain circumstances wouldn't be wise."

I had never encountered such a situation before and couldn't help feeling nervous, especially since Trinity was in Jitador.

After all, due to my past, there had been friction between the Huffman family and the underground party of the Jitador.

I did not understand the specific reasons for Trinity's trip to the Jitador this time, making me even more uneasy.

It wouldn't have been as surprising if it was anyone else. But Trinity always had bodyguards accompanying her everywhere. How could she suddenly disappear?

When Anson mentioned that Trinity was in the Jitador, I had felt an unexplainable uneasiness.

It seemed my premonitions were true. Every time I felt this inexplicable unease, something bad would happen.

I told Atlas, "No, let's return to Foswood and head to Bourdamun early tomorrow. I need to go to the Huffman residence."

Atlas immediately told the driver and then made a call, probably notifying Dylan. He ordered the convoy behind to head to the Huffman residence.

Our car led, making a beeline for the Huffman residence.

Located in the northern suburbs of Foswood, the Huffman residence was a vast traditional courtyard, solemn and majestic. It resembled a small palace with upturned eaves, carved beams, and painted rafters. In the courtyard, ancient trees soared, exuding a charming charm. However, I was in no mood to appreciate it at that moment.

This was my first time visiting the Huffman residence. I had always said I should come and meet the family, but I never found the time. Unexpectedly, I ended up at the door today under such circumstances.

I walked quickly by Atlas's side, heading inside.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Jared was already in the hall, looking slightly surprised. They probably didn't expect us to come.

He looked at Atlas and asked, "Didn't you go to Bourdamun?"

"Chlo is worried, so we turned back halfway," Atlas said with a clear tone. "Any progress?"

Anson gestured for us to sit. "We have some insights."

Looking at Anson anxiously, I took a step forward and asked, "Anson, what's the next step?"

Anson was different from other old

people. He wouldn't panic in the face of big issues. This situation was

t from the life-threatening

one last time. This time, it was a disappearance, and in the hotel they were staying in.

Moreover, the Huffman family had influence in Jitador. This time, he seemed quite calm.

"Our people and our forces are there. She is the new head of our Huffman family. If she's missing, there could

shouldn't be a danger to her

Anson looked at me calmly. "If they wanted her dead, it would have been anassassination, not a

be various possibilities, but net

disappearance."

Indeed, Anson spoke calmly and confidently, "We can only wait for updates now."

"Sir, I'm leaving immediately to go to the Jitador!" Jared's expression was serious, his eyes deep and dim as he spoke, "We can't just wait for updates!"

Atlas added, "I've already ordered our headquarters in the Jitador to investigate."

Anson raised his eyes, looking at Jared with a hint of seriousness.

At that moment, I understood why Anson had always favored Jared.