She Killed My Ex

Chapter 126 He Searched Frantically for the Woman

Chapter 126 He Searched Frantically for the Woman

There was another sound of cars behind the man. Cyrus, Henry and others arrived. Six cars lined up in front of the banquet hall.

The man strode over and stopped in front of Cyrus.

Suddenly, the man slapped Cyrus hard.

"Where is she?" A cold voice rang out.

Cyrus looked confused. "Mr. Shawn, who?"

"Caroline. I told you to keep an eye on her. Where is she?" The man's cold eyes fell on Cyrus. Cyrus's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word "Caroline". Cyrus's face suddenly went white. "Mr. Shawn, I..."

"You didn't follow my orders very well. You didn't take Caroline seriously. You didn't have any men dog Caroline's footsteps today, did you?"

"Mr. Shawn." Cold sweat ran down Cyrus's forehead. He really didn't take Caroline seriously. Cyrus thought, "What's so good about that woman? She killed Winnie, and she insulted the person she killed."

With a solemn expression on his handsome face, Bentley pointed to Cyrus's nose. "I don't have time to deal with you right now." After that, Bentley immediately said to Henry, "Mobilize the manpower. I want all the manpower in Lehcaster back. Find her!"

Henry's heart got up and down. He hadn't seen Mr. Shawn like this in years. Then he quickly nodded in response.

Bentley glanced at the banquet place before him. He suddenly remembered the scene many years ago when the woman stood on the diving board beside the swimming pool and told him how she felt.

The light in Bentley's eyes flickered away. He turned around and quickly got into his car. "Marissa, you stay here. If you find her, let me know." Then he turned to the others. "You too. If anyone finds Caroline, let me know immediately."

He thought of something. "Send two people to guard the downstairs of her dormitory and the downstairs of the company. If anyone sees her, report to me immediately."

With that, he stepped on the gas. The car drove out, leaving only two lines of exhaust.

Caroline!

In the driver's seat, there was a hidden anxiety in addition to solemnity on the man's handsome face.

He didn't know why he was so worried when he found out the woman was missing.

He didn't know why he would panic when Marissa said whether the woman would commit suicide.

He didn't know any of it!

But he had to find her.

This was Bentley's belief at the moment.

His car drove between the viaducts in Lehcaster, passing on various roads. He did not realize that he was doing something that seemed silly to others. He was looking for a needle in a haystack. He was trying to find a figure in a vast sea of faces.

But that was what he did.

He had a Bluetooth headset in his ear. Every few minutes, he called Marissa, Cyrus, Henry and his subordinates. "Did you find her?"

"Did you see her?"

"Did she go back to her dormitory?"

"Was she in the company?"

Every call from Bentley struck terror into Bentley's subordinates' heart.

The minutes ticked by. Then it was 23:30 in a twinkling of an eye. The next day would come half an hour later.

Suddenly!

A scene flashed through the mind of the man in the driver's seat.

He swerved the steering wheel. The car turned a corner and went the other way.

The car seemed to reach its destination. His long legs stepped out of the car door.

The man got out and slammed the door.

He walked step by step towards the gate.

Sure enough, she was here.

At the corner gate, the woman sat in front of the iron gate behind her. The man's long legs stood before her.

Caroline looked up slowly and saw the familiar face.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" she asked in a coarse voice. She did not want to know why this man had suddenly appeared in this place at this time. She didn't want to know. Tonight, she was already very tired.

"Marissa said you were gone," he responded in a deep voice.

What he meant was "I'm looking for you".

But at this moment, Caroline didn't care at all, nor did she notice the subtle meaning of this sentence.

He stood before her and looked down at her quietly for a long time.

He looked at her for at least a quarter of an hour.

Suddenly, a flicker of firmness crossed his eyes. He seemed to have made some very important decision.

The man suddenly bent down and held out his hand to her.

Caroline pushed the slender palm away. "Don't touch me." Tonight, she didn't feel like performing.

At the moment, the man moved his gaze inch by inch to look at the palm that had been pushed away. He didn't get angry. He squatted down in front of the woman. "When we were children, you, Winnie, and I skipped school one day to come to this amusement park.

Winnie was timid. She was dragged out of school by you. And I didn't want to listen to my math teacher that day, so I followed your suggestion.

The three of us skipped class together and went to this amusement park. We played almost everything except the Ferris wheel. Winnie wanted to ride the Ferris wheel, but you didn't want to. And you didn't let me ride it.

I remember at that time, you said to me possessively, "Caroline will never ride a Ferris wheel until Bentley falls in love with Caroline."

Caroline was touched. She opened her mouth and said. "I remember your answer then. You told me for sure, 'Bentley will never fall in love with Caroline.' " She clenched her fists. All her disasters began when she fell in love with Bentley.

She looked at the man in front of her. She had lost so much because of this person!

She lost her heart first, then her identity and past, as well as freedom and dignity. In her dark, stifling and stinking life, a bright and clear glance finally appeared. The eyes that would look at her intently without the slightest hint of contempt, sarcasm and ridicule appeared. But today, that look was gone.

She had been sitting here thinking for a long time. She wondered why she had been deprived of what she had little by little. It was because of Bentley, the man who was right here.

There was a flicker of pain in the man's eyes. He didn't like the way the woman looked at him at the moment. He bulged his cheeks and held out his hand to her again.

This time, with his greatest strength, he held down the hand that was about to slap his palm. He reached out and pulled her into his arms. He slid his hand across her waist and carried her in his arms. He stood up. His long legs stepped forward.

"Come with me."

Caroline struggled. "Let me go. Let me go!" She was afraid of this person. But at the moment, she did not want to see this person even more.

"Shush." He bundled the woman in his arms into the passenger seat. He pressed her shoulders firmly. Then he pressed a long index finger to her lips. "You need a good sleep now."

The man's heart flashed a trace of heartache which was so hidden that even he himself did not perceive it.

"I'm in charge of my own body. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to rest." She was in a mood. So much had happened today. She wanted to be herself.

The man turned a deaf ear to her words. He went around to the other side and got behind the wheel. "I said you need a good sleep. Be good. The children who don't behave will be punished." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The man's voice was a little cold. But if one let that sink in, the man's heartache hidden in his words could be read.

However, no one noticed that, neither Caroline nor Bentley himself.