CHAPTER 232: CHAPTER 231: THINGS ARE NOT THAT SIMPLE (5)

The truck driver took back his phone and then drove away.

She crouched painfully on the ground, large tears falling onto the black asphalt road.

She couldn’t go anywhere now; she felt a sense of utter desperation.

...

Asher Land walked out of the bathroom and picked up his phone, which showed five missed calls.

They were from completely unfamiliar numbers. Without much thought, he tossed the phone casually onto the bedside table.

But somehow, an inexplicable anxiety clogged his heart. It was as if he sensed something, and he picked up the phone again.

"Hello, this is Asher Land." His voice was cold as he spoke.

...

Sophie Smith curled up on a bench by the roadside, her hands tightly clasped together. She was freezing, truly freezing. Her clothes weren’t completely dry yet, and the cold wind was blowing through. She was only wearing a thin and tattered dress.

Her head began to feel increasingly heavy. She struggled to keep her eyes wide open to maintain clarity of mind, but gradually, her vision became more blurred.

The black Maybach sped down the highway like a bolt of lightning.

"How much longer until we get there? You’re driving at a turtle’s pace, step on it!" Asher Land’s eyes were filled with anxiety, and his voice came out somewhat hoarse.

"President Land, please don’t worry. It will take about ten more minutes." Robert Williams, sitting in the driver’s seat, looked helpless. He had already floored the gas pedal.

Don’t worry? How could he not be worried?

Last night, he called back the number from that call, and to his surprise, a middle-aged man answered. He asked why the man had called him, but the man said it wasn’t him; it was a girl around twenty years old who called.

He said the girl who made the call was very pretty, with clear eyes, delicate features, and slightly curly black hair, about five feet six inches tall.

He said although she was beautiful, she looked very disheveled, and her clothes were torn.

He said he met her in X suburb, on X street.

He said the woman looked very helpless.

...

Asher Land irritably opened the window, loosening his tie. His breathing had inexplicably become uneven, and the sky had started to brighten with the first light of dawn. He had been anxious for an entire night.

The man only mentioned X district, X street, and didn’t know which exact location. What terrified him even more was—not being able to find her if she suddenly left. She didn’t even have a phone! How could she still contact him?

Robert Williams slowed the car along that road as Asher Land anxiously scanned the street outside, conducting a meticulous search with his eyes.

"Stop!"

On the roadside bench, a small figure was curled up. Who else could it be but her?

Before the car came to a full stop, he opened the car door and charged out.

"Sophie!"

He cradled her in his arms; her body was ice-cold, her face as pale as paper, resembling a corpse.

She had long been unconscious, but in her subconscious, she felt a sliver of warmth approaching her. She muttered to herself, wanting to embrace the warmth that could comfort her.

In front of her, his usual calm and collected demeanor vanished into thin air. He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around her.

"Drive to the hospital!" He placed her in the car, almost shouting at Robert Williams in his urgency.

If he found out who caused her to end up like this, he swore, he would make that person wish they were dead!