I knew that the Saunders family was wealthy; it was just that their wealth was slightly more than what I had initially expected.
It took more than ten minutes to reach the front door of the Saunders family home from the gate. Along the way were parks and natural scenery. As it was winter, the maple leaves had fallen off the trees at the side of the road; they looked bare.
The ambience became even quieter and more desolate.
In the car, Josiah's phone rang. Judging from his tone, it should be from Hendrix.
He said a few lines, then looked at me and handed the phone over, saying, "It's Hendrix."
I pursed my lips and glanced at him. I did not reach out to take the phone and chose to ignore him instead.
Hesitantly, he took it back and spoke into the phone, "Call back later!"
I didn't know what was said on the other end. Josiah muttered an agreement, then hung up on the call. It was dead silence again in the car.
The car stopped in front of a row of bungalows. A few neatly dressed people stepped out. They might be the servants or the nannies hired by the Saunders family.
After getting out of the car, someone stepped forward and called out to Josiah, "Young Master!"
Josiah nodded and looked at me while saying, "Let's go in and talk."
Then, he turned to the middle-aged man leading in front and said, "Prepare a room for Miss Reid."
The middle-aged man nodded and then left.
Josiah and I entered the villa. There were more than a dozen middle- aged men and women seated in the hall. Two elderly people sat right in the middle.
Seeing Josiah and I enter, they all turned to look at us.
A thin middle-aged woman stepped forward first and asked, "Josh, have you found the child?"
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