''Ah... He''s so cool and sexy! Why is Ms. Be not attracted to an outstanding man like Mr.
Christopher?'' Taylor thought.
At this moment, the target slowly moved closer, with Justin''s picture stuck on it.
Moreover, the three consecutive shots Christopher fired urately hit Justin''s head.
"Amazing! Mr. Christopher, your shooting skills are on point!" Taylor immediately pped and ttered
his boss.
"It''s a pity." Christopher put away his gun. His pale lips parted slightly.
"Pity?"
"It''s a pity that it''s just a photo and not the real person."
Christopher did not look at Taylor. Instead, he pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket and
carefully wiped his gun. "What''s the matter?"
"Mr. Christopher, the men we sent to follow Chairman Thompson updated that although Chairman
Thompson went to find Ms. Be and Justin, he did not bring her away." Taylor''s forehead was already
covered with sweat after he finished his sentence.
As expected, Christopher''s gaze turned dark. "He didn''t take Be with him? Is Be still living at
Ryan''s ce with Justin?"
"Yes..." Taylor''s voice trembled.
Christopher''s eyes were filled with gloom and viciousness. He immediately loaded bullets into his gun
and fired several shots at the ground.
The bullet exploded by Taylor''s feet, scaring him out of his wits, but he did not dare to make a sound.
It was not until Taylor had emptied the clip that Christopher took a deep breath, his eyes red with
madness.
"Prepare the car!"
It was almost midnight when Wyatt returned to Yara Park.
His expression was incredibly pissed when he left, but now, it seemed he hade to terms with
something. Thinking about how his daughter even put on some weight under the care of that bastard,
his tensed heart slowly rxed.
In fact, he felt a bit of regret.
If he had not taken such extreme measures as to imprison his daughter at home, Be would not have
escaped by jumping out of the window on that stormy night.
The more Wyatt thought about it, the more he felt a lingering fear.
If anything happened to her when she jumped out the window, he could not continue living either. He
would not have the guts to face Be''s mother in the afterlife. After all, what mattered more than Be''s
safety?
As for that Salvador brat...
"Uncle Wyatt!"
Hearing someone call out to him, Wyatt and Quentin both turned around.
They saw Christopher walking over while holding an exquisite white pastry box, his gaze shining with
passionate light.
"Christopher? Why are you here?" Wyatt looked at him in surprise.
Christopher''s heart sank, but he maintained his graceful smile. "I''ve been here, waiting for you to bring
Be back. I''m worried that she might not have the time to eat in the car, so... I prepared some pastries
from the famous shop in Savrow. She mentioned before that she liked the pastries from this shop the
most, so I..."
"I didn''t bring Be back with me. She''s still with Justin now."
Wyatt interrupted him indifferently. "I thank you on behalf of Be. It''s past midnight, and it''s
inappropriate for someone of your status to wait here. Go back quickly."
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Seeing Wyatt''s dismissive attitude, Christopher got anxious and stepped forward. "Uncle Wyatt! Are
you really going to watch Be repeat her mistakes?!
"Justin once made Be suffer alone, bled her dry, and made her shed tears, even damaging her body!
How can you tolerate Be being with such a despicable and shameless man?!"
Wyatt''s sharp eyes narrowed, revealing an ambiguous smile. "Justin repeatedly harassed my daughter.
He was pped a hundred times and even risked his life a few times, yet he still stuck to my daughter.
It''s indeed quite shameless. But in my opinion, he does things openly. He never backstabbed anyone
or yed dirty tricks. In terms of character and human decency, he''s still passable. At the very least, he
car still redeem himself."