After seeing the photo, the man was taken aback. The man in the photo was gorgeous, and he seemed livid.
Although it was a photo, he seemed arrogant, and his presence was so strong that the man felt as if Maddox was standing right in front of him.
The most important thing was that the man's face seemed very familiar.
"This is?"
His reaction made Minerva think that Maddox was one of the survivors.
The middle-aged man standing beside him inadvertently glanced at the picture, and his eyes unconsciously widened. "Isn't this Mr. Yardley?"
Did someone recognize him? Minerva stared at the man as he slapped his head as if he suddenly figured it out.
"That's why he seemed so familiar. Now that you've mentioned it, I recalled something. Isn't this Mr. Yardley?" He was a little excited but soon realized the seriousness of this matter. His eyes and face suddenly became serious.
He raised his head and looked at Minerva again. His voice was a little hoarse.
"My dear, what you meant was... Mr. Yardley was also on this plane?"
His words instantly extinguished the ray of hope in Minerva's eyes. When she saw their reaction, she thought that they had found Maddox, and she was expecting to see him very soon.
But now, they were asking her whether he had boarded that plane.
How was she supposed to answer that? She really hoped that he did not get on this plane...
Otherwise...
Minerva's body seemed to have lost its balance. She nearly fell forward. Fortunately, Quill was supporting her as he pursed his lips. He then said icily, "It looks like they haven't found Maddox yet. Minerva, there's nothing we can do even if we stay here. Why don't we find a place nearby to rest for the night and wait for news?"
Under the beam of light, Minerva's face was a little ashen. She bit her lower lip and shook her head forcefully.
Tears accumulated in her eyes, but she shed no tears. The rims of her eyes were so red. However, Minerva still bit her lower lip tightly, shook her head, and did not say anything.
She was so stubborn.
Quill was speechless.
He could only sigh and look at the person in front of him.
The middle-aged man came to his senses. He looked at the staff member beside him and couldn't bear to utter the words he was about to say.
"Mrs. Yardley, you don't have to worry. As far as I know, Mr. Yardley is a smart man. We have found a lot of survivors, both the elderly and children. If they could survive, Mr. Yardley should be alright. He will definitely be fine."
"That's right."
The other staff members agreed and said, "Mr. Yardley is a capable man. Don't worry. Go and find a place to rest for the night. Maybe we will find him tomorrow."
Minerva didn't say a word and stood still. Her figure was slender but strong.
Searching for someone in such a violent sea was a dangerous task.
And the fact that it was pitch black, it was even harder to see anything.
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