Chapter 144 Lost the Target
After leaving the hospital, Stephen dialed Abigail’s number, but it was quickly declined. He frowned.
Their relationship had finally gotten somewhere, but Candace’s sudden incident disrupted everything.
Stephen had never felt so irritable before. He tugged at his tie, trying to release the pent–up frustration in his chest, but it was all in vain.
Sitting in the car, he lit a cigarette. The smoke enveloped him as he half–closed his eyes and stared ahead. Just then, his phone rang again.
He quickly checked it, hoping it was from Abigail. But it was a message from Ryan instead.
Ryan: “Found Cedrus‘ location.”
Stephen: “Send it over.”
Ryan: “No.”
Stephen: “?”
Ryan: “I’m just being rebellious.”
Stephen: “Then you’ll stay rebellious in Serenosia forever. Don’t
come back.”
Ryan: “I was wrong, Mr. Lockhart, I’m sending it now.”
Stephen soon received Cedrus‘ current location. The address
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showed a slum on the outskirts of the city, far from where Stephen was. He immediately called Ryan and told him to bring over their men and meet him there.
Night had fallen. There were few lights in the slum that were scattered sparsely, and few people were out at night. The car stopped at the narrow road’s entrance. Ryan led a group of bodyguards as they headed inside.
The buildings were dilapidated, and each floor of housing had dozens of units. Ryan and his men went straight to a specific
door and knocked.
“Who’s there?” a man’s voice quickly responded from inside.
Ryan lowered his voice. “I’m here to fix the pipes.”
Silence ensued. After five minutes of no response, Ryan’s expression darkened, and he kicked the door open.
The cramped room was empty with an open window on the opposite side. Ryan rushed over and saw a figure running into the distance.
“Chase him!” he ordered.
Stephen had been waiting patiently in the car at the entrance. Time ticked by, and half an hour later, Ryan returned while drenched in sweat. “Mr. Lockhart, he got away.”
Stephen looked at him, his gaze dark and cold. “He was at home. How could he have run?”
Ryan replied gloomily, “He jumped out the window. He seems
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to be very familiar with the area. Our men couldn’t catch up.”
“If you’re so useless, maybe you should move to Serenosia,” Stephen suggested coldly.
Ryan straightened up immediately. “Mr. Lockhart, I’ll find him as soon as possible.” With that, he turned and left.
Stephen’s expression was icy, and the atmosphere around him was oppressive. He glanced at his phone. While waiting, he had called Abigail seven or eight times, but each call was declined.
His mood grew even worse. Starting the car, he decided to head straight to Nightfall Club.
Justin had almost become a regular here. He walked into a private room while laughing and chatting with a beautiful woman. When he turned, he saw Stephen sitting on a couch, hidden in the shadows.
Justin was startled. “Hey, why didn’t you say anything when you came?”
He then glanced at the woman and said, “You should leave. I’ll treat you to dinner another day.”
The woman seemed reluctant but left anyway.
Justin sat down next to Stephen and looked at his grim expression. “What happened? Did your wife kick you out?”
Instead of responding, Stephen just reached for the glass of wine and took a swig.