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"She''s not with me. You can''t reach her right now?" N asked.
"Yeah, she told me this afternoon she was going to a ss reunion tonight. I offered to pick her up, but I got dyed by a meeting. By the time I got there, everyone had already left. And she''s not answering my calls," Brandon exined.
N frowned. "Don''t panic just yet. Did she say what kind of reunion it was?"
"I think it was a high school reunion," Brandon replied.
"Okay, I''ll ask around," N said.
She and Vrie had been in neighboring sses in high school, so she knew quite a few people from Vrie''s ss.
After hanging up, N messaged someone from the other ss to find out who had been at the dinner that night.
When she learned that Vrie was unreachable, her contact immediately began asking around and soon called N back.
"N, I just checked with the ss president and others. They said a guy came by and took Vrie. They''d all been drinking a bit, and when they saw Vrie didn''t resist, they didn''t think much of it—figured he was her boyfriend."
N''s heart lurched. "Okay, thanks for the info."
She ended the call and quickly reached out to Brandon, asking him to check the restaurant''s security footage for the license te number of the car that had taken Vrie.
"Got it, thanks, Aunt N," Brandon replied.
He entered the restaurant, where the manager promptly escorted him to the security room, knowing he was there to review the footage.
"Mr. Sumner, this is the footage from around 8:50 p.m.," the manager informed him.
In the footage, Vrie and about a dozen of her ssmates walked out of the restaurant. Their faces were slightly flushed, and their gazes were hazy.
Soon after, a ck Maybach pulled up outside. A man who looked like an assistant got out and helped Vrie into the car. After closing the door, he returned to the car, and they quickly drove off.
The restaurant''s cameras hadn''t captured the car''s license te.
Seeing the dark expression on Brandon''s face, the manager broke into a sweat. "Mr. Sumner, how about we check the roadside poutine
cameras? They must have captured the license te..."
"No need. Just rewind the footage one minute," Brandon replied.
let
The technician quicklyplied, rewinding to the moment when the man opened the car door and helped Vrie inside.
"Pause," Brandonmanded.
The image froze, revealing half of the man''s face inside the car.
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Brandon smirked. Though his smile was cold an aura of impending storm
was crounded him, sending
chills down everyone''s spine
"Mr. Sumner..." The manager was so terrified that his legs felt weak. Ignoring him, Brandon turned and strode out of the security room.
His secretary hurried after him. "Mr. Sumner, what''s our next step?"
"Go to the Genges," Brandon answered, his voice icy, each word dripping with chilling intent.
His secretary shuddered. "Understood."
Throughout the drive, neither Brandon''s driver nor his secretary dared to breathe too loudly.
The atmosphere in the car was suffocating as if the air itself had thickened.
Brandon sat in the back like an ice statue that could freeze anyone nearby.
When they arrived at the Genge residence, dozens of well-trained men in ck stood outside.
As Brandon stepped out of the car, the leader of the group approached and greeted him. "Mr. Sumner." Brandon''s expression remained indifferent as he spoke. "Just break the door down."
"Yes, sir!" the leader said.