Looking at the desert in front of him, Henry was lost in thought.
Sylvia stood beside Henry and said nothing.
As early as a long time ago, Sylvia realized that Henry could not belong to only one person. He was too excellent. With his ability and background, any person with Henry's present background would not be like Henry, who accompanied Sylvia. Sylvia was satisfied. She tried to make herself strong, just hoping that she could become Henry's helper and no longer be his burden. Similarly, she could face everything with him.
Sylvia knew that there were many outstanding women around Henry. The things that she was proud of before were nothing in front of these women. For example, even if Sylvia was a successful woman, at first glance, she would unconsciously have a good impression of Cesia. This woman had an indescribable personality charm.
In the past, Sylvia did not know why Henry, such a person, would fall in love with her. After all, as the so-called president of Lins Group, she was just an ordinary woman to him. On that day, when Sylvia learned the cause and effect, she was actually nervous. How long could the kindness of her childhood last?
Sylvia looked at the man next to her. Seeing that he was in a daze, she took the initiative to reach out her hand and hold him.
Henry took a deep breath and shook his head. Without saying anything, he turned back to the Section Nine's office.
"My Casanova, are you back?" Gardiner sat at the conference table. When he saw Henry coming back, he rubbed his hands and walked up to him with a flattering face. "Can I ask you, how did you win the heart of a girl like that when you are so ugly? I am so handsome, why is no one chasing me?"
"It's very simple." Henry shrugged his shoulders and said, "Because you are poor. I can afford to spend money."
Gardiner was stunned. A few seconds later, his eyes became more obsequious. "Brother, are you still short of a man?"
Henry's mood, which was a little heavy because of Ailsa's words, was immediately relieved a lot by Gardiner's disturbance.
Above the City of Hell, a colourful beam of light shot into the sky. This colourful beam of light with a radius of ten metres, even outside the desert, could be seen clearly.
There was a media report about the mysterious pillar of light, and many experts also appeared. There were different opinions, saying that this was a scene that had not been seen once in a thousand years. It was titled the Aurora Borealis of the desert.
Because the light column was too eye-catching, the authorities had no way to control the mouths of these media. They could only allow the phenomenon in the desert to enter people's eyes. In a few hours, the Aurora Borealis of the desert had been all over the Internet. Many people were sighing for the soaring light column. Some tourists agencies even wanted to make it into a tourist attraction. They were madly writing files and collecting money. Some people who were from good families had already set off and came to the place where they could see this phenomenon.
No one knew what would happen behind this Aurora Borealis of the desert!
Another day passed, and nothing happened in the whole desert. In the night, the sky-reaching light column was more conspicuous, and the colourful light illuminated the surrounding land.
The heads of the major forces in various countries were gathered in front of the leaders of the Section Nine. They were led by the two young Tyrrel's apprentices. There was only one purpose for them to come here, and that was to make the Section Nine take action and rescue the people in the cage.
"Gardiner, you must save this person! How many forces have fallen into the trap? How long are you going to wait?"
"Are you all happy only that everyone will die?"
"Gardiner, we are on the same side now. We are going to face imminent danger. What do you mean by doing this?"
"Gardiner, the people of our Taoist Jade Virtual Temple have been in there for a day and night. My master, Tyrrel, will be here soon. If you don't save him, think about the consequences!"
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