Chapter 502: Be Foster, You’re Really Ruthless_1


    Gavin Graves looked at Be Foster with suspicion, but said nothing and made a phone call to order Lester Williams toe over immediately.


    “Be, you good child, it was Gavin who was wrongst time,” Mrs. Graves said gratefully, clutching Be Foster’s hand, “As soon as your second brother is rescued, I’ll have him apologize to you!”


    Be Foster was ecstatic inside, almost bursting intoughter, but she still tried to maintain a worried expression on her face, saying, “I hope I can be of help, so the second young master doesn’t have to suffer too much…”


    How could the future head of the Graves Family apologize to a woman? Mrs. Graves was just speaking without thinking due to her anxiety.


    However, Be Foster and Mrs. Foster didn’t take it seriously; they had achieved their goal, and both mother and daughter were in good spirits.


    After Lester Williams arrived, he said that there were many ces with apricot blossoms in Clearwater City, not just in several parks, but also in the green belts of residentialmunities and those vis with gardens, which were even more impossible to count.


    Be Foster said, “The scent of apricot blossoms is very faint. The strong smell of apricot blossoms on this ransom note indicates that it must have been close to arge apricot blossom grove!”


    If it was an apricot blossom grove, it would be much easier to narrow down.


    They immediately located Apricot Vige, where the hillsides were covered in apricot blossoms, and when they bloomed, the sight was spectacr.


    Lester Williams left and came back, whispering a few words in Gavin’s ear, causing a slight change in Gavin’s expression.<div>


    Mrs. Graves couldn’t hear what they were saying and was anxious, asking, “What’s the status of the search? Have you found the second young master?”


    Gavin’s gaze coldly swept over Be Foster, his face expressionless, as he said, “He’s in Apricot Vige.”


    “Then what are we waiting for! Go and bring him back!” Mrs. Graves got up impatiently, not even bothering to put on her coat before heading out, and then asked Gavin, “Is your brother okay? Did they catch the kidnappers? Did they hurt your brother?”


    Gavin remained silent and walked out with heavy steps.


    Mrs. Graves thought he was just in a hurry and didn’t notice anything unusual.


    The entire Graves Family got into the car and headed for Apricot Vige, with Mrs. Foster and Be Foster also getting into the car with Mrs. Graves.


    The group rushed to Apricot Vige and found a farm stay; Gavin’s men said that Second Young Master Graves was inside.


    Be Foster could almost imagine the terrible sight of Gerald Graves with broken legs and blind eyes, and the disgraceful state of Purple Summers barely clothed. Her emotions were a mix of excitement and nervousness, her heart pounding!


    She tried hard to gather her emotions, preparing to rush in and hug Gerald Graves, crying bitterly!


    But when she actually walked in, what she saw was Gerald Graves leaning against the wooden door frame, smoking a cigarette. Though his clothes were a bit wrinkled, his demeanor was rxed andzy, not at all like someone who had been through hardship!


    Be Foster was instantly confused.


    What happened?


    Instinctively, she looked at her mother, her eyes seemingly asking: How could this be? Why is Gerald fine?


    Mrs. Foster’s face turned a few shades paler; she was confused too.


    Weren’t they supposed to break his legs and blind his eyes? How is the second young master unharmed? And what about Purple Summers! Where did Purple Summers go?


    What exactly went wrong?


    Did those kidnappers change their minds at thest minute and no longer want the remaining 300 thousand?


    Mrs. Foster and Be Foster were both struck with waves of shock, unable to believe it. How could their well-arranged n turn out like this?!


    At that moment, Gerald Graves also saw Be Foster, and he sneered, “So it really was you, Be Foster, you’re truly ruthless!”<div>


    Be Foster stood there frozen, staring at Gerald Graves in a daze.


    The March sunlight shone on her, but she felt as if she were being pierced by ice picks, shivering with cold.


    Everyone was looking at her.


    Mrs. Graves, seeing her son unharmed and ready to embrace Gerald Graves and cry, suddenly heard his words, and her tears stopped, looking at Gerald Graves in astonishment, “Gerald, what do you mean by that?”<div>