Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: In This Lifetime, She Will Never Return

Evan searched throughout the arrival hall but could not find any trace of Juliana. Her phone was switched off.

He immediately contacted Raine.

At this moment, Raine was already in the airport surveillance room looking for someone, even more urgently than Evan.

Evan calmed down immediately; despite his unwillingness to admit it, when it came to connections and resource mobilization in Kingsford, that person was indeed more effective.

"Contact Elias Langley. Immediately, at once, tell him everything you know!"

In less than forty minutes, the command screen with special permissions in Elias Langley’s office lit up.

At this moment, the screen displayed the image of the airport restroom.

Raine reported, "The surveillance only captured Juliana entering the restroom, and there has been no image of her after that. The restroom has no other exits, which is very unusual."

Elias Langley’s face was as solemn as water, his gaze locked on the surveillance screen, fingers quickly tapping the keyboard, repeatedly retrieving all the exit footage from before and after that time frame.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

In the footage, several people resembling tourists pulled two excessively large suitcases, emerged calmly from the restroom, passed through the crowd, got into a van, and disappeared at the entrance of the street hall.

It seemed like a very ordinary departure, but Elias Langley’s pupils contracted sharply.

"Investigate these three people and the suitcases they took!"

As soon as the words were spoken, someone stepped forward to take over his work.

The large screen split into dozens of small squares, and surveillance footage from key nodes throughout the city was retrieved and screened one by one.

Elias Langley rubbed his aching brow, his voice icy, "Why did she go to the airport?"

Raine hesitated for a moment but still spoke truthfully, "Juliana initially intended to go to Kenton to find Evan, to investigate the relationship between Nathan Carter and Stella Windsor. But upon reaching the airport, Evan was already on the plane, so she canceled her trip and stayed at the airport waiting for him."

To see him?

Elias Langley slowly closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, the aura around him had suddenly turned colder.

Raine was slightly stunned.

Juliana was right, indeed there were some boundaries that are different. Even if there was a reason, even if she was open and upright, the word "ex-husband" itself was like a fine needle, always able to precisely pierce into a territory that cannot be articulated.

Three hours later, the trace of that car was locked on a section of the national highway where there were no surveillance cameras.

However, when Raine led people there, the car was already empty.

It was a stolen car for over half a month, and even the license plate was fake.

The car had been meticulously cleaned, with no fingerprints, no hair, even the tire tracks disappeared completely after driving onto the tarmac.

The opponent clearly possessed a strong counter-surveillance capability, cutting off this clue from the root.

When night fell, everyone in the office received their orders and left, continuing to run around outside in search.

In the large space, only Elias Langley remained.

Outside the window, the lights of thousands of homes gradually lit up, the warm yellow glow spreading through the streets and alleys, each window behind which seemed to be a peaceful and warm resting place.

But at this moment, for the first time, he felt fear toward this "home."

He would rather stay in this brightly lit but efficiently cold office, using data and clues to numb himself than go back to face the complete silence.

Who?

Who exactly kidnapped her!

A day and a night passed.

The three traced lines brought back no useful information, and Elias Langley continued to sit in the office, the screen light casting his tightly clenched jawline, his eyes filled with red streaks but showing no signs of fatigue.

Caleb Donovan pushed open the door and came in, reporting gravely, "The Exit-Entry Administration has repeatedly confirmed that there is no record of any legal exit information for Madam. From the transportation system, whether it’s air, rail, or long-distance bus, there have been no checks showing Madam using ID documents to purchase tickets or board in the last two days."

Raine also became anxious, "Mr. Langley, last time Juliana almost got sent out of the country through illegal means. Could it be that this time... she has already been secretly transferred out using similar methods?"

"If so, that would be problematic," said Caleb Donovan.

However, Elias Langley’s hand striking the desk suddenly paused.

Breaking out of the framework of thought, the opponent desires a result of "no such person found," so...

"Investigate the networks of underground human trafficking. Especially the channels recently ’transported’ to remote mountainous areas and border villages. Focus on checking what snakeheads have been active near Kingsford airport."

Upon hearing this, Caleb Donovan took a deep breath, "A nonspecific direction of investigation, the workload is very large."

Elias Langley replied grimly, "No matter how many people have to be mobilized, send them to investigate for me!"

Each minute she remains out of contact, the danger multiplies, and the flesh-stripping pain in his chest spreads an inch further.

The news of Juliana’s disappearance has not been kept from Sebastian Sinclair.

Although he swallowed the news alone, appearing calm and unruffled on the surface, only he knows that each heartbeat in his chest involves sharp pain, and he absolutely cannot bear a second blow of losing his daughter.

At this moment, Old Mr. Sinclair came to the backyard.

Caleb Sinclair just finished his patrol and was about to leave.

Seeing him, Old Mr. Sinclair immediately instructed, "Open the door and release the second young lady!"

Since being reprimanded by Sebastian Sinclair, Caleb Sinclair now only listens to Sebastian Sinclair.

"Old Master, the Sinclair family doesn’t have a second young lady, and I can’t let anyone out because uncle says what’s kept here is not a person."

Old Mr. Sinclair suddenly felt anger rising uncontrollably, but Caleb Sinclair was always single-minded, and he didn’t want to waste time on a fool.

"Then forget it, you may leave," said Old Mr. Sinclair.

Caleb Sinclair nodded and left the backyard with the patrolling bodyguards.

As their figures disappeared, Old Mr. Sinclair took out a key and opened the storeroom door.

Florence Sinclair inside was overjoyed and rushed out as soon as the door opened.

"Grandpa, I knew you wouldn’t ignore me."

"Yes, I will not let you suffer grievances."

However, the expression on Old Mr. Sinclair’s face quickly changed from affection to ruthless determination.

"I’ve already driven away that unknown calamity. Hurry up and make amends with your parents. Losing the marriage arrangement with the Hughes family is nothing; tomorrow, Grandpa will marry you to Elias Langley to infuriate them."

Florence Sinclair was moved to tears, hugged Old Mr. Sinclair, and cried, "Grandpa, you are the greatest. My parents were deceived by Juliana, that’s why they favored her. Juliana doesn’t have good intentions for our Sinclair Family, you had better let her die outside, that way it would be best for the Sinclair Family."

"Rest assured," Old Mr. Sinclair patted her back with certainty, "in my lifetime, she will not return."

The words had just fallen when from the corner of shadows outside the storeroom, a porcelain plate "kling" fell to the ground.

The two were startled and turned their heads sharply.