I could feel Hendrix' s anger and rage running down his nerves. He pursed his lips and suppressed his anger. He then instructed, "Continue your investigation."
Evan nodded. He said, "Mr. Roberts, we've also found some information about Nerissa. The man who took Madam was Nerissa's assistant, Haward."
Hendrix pursed his lips. He was quiet for a long time.
Evan thought Hendrix didn't want to say anything further, so he asked, "Mr. Roberts, what do I need to do?"
"Find Haward. Make him talk, no matter what method you use," Hendrix said, his black eyes brimmed with hostility.
I looked at Hendrix after he hung up the phone. I could not even say a word.
He hugged me and didn't say a word. He must have felt complicated, too.
Was it Nerissa? If so, why did she do this? What was in it for her?
He comforted me and said in a low voice, "Stay at home and rest. Don't overthink."
I grabbed him as he was about to leave. I asked, "Can you bring me along? Hendrix, I don't want to stay alone at home."
He pressed his lips together, remained silent for a moment, then he nodded, "Okay!"
Ian took Anne over to her house, so there was no one at home. I could not sleep nor could I remain content.
Traffic was smooth as it was the first day of New Year. Hendrix drove the car out of the city and stopped at one of the abandoned factories.
Hendrix held my hand as I got out of the car.
There were two men in black waiting outside the factory. They bowed and greeted Hendrix when they saw him.
Hendrix merely responded and walked into the factory. He went cold with fury.
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