Daddy, don't flirt novel Chapter 381

Except for the terrorist organization under the control of Gilbert family, which was destroyed at the beginning, there won't be anyone else with the name or rank of Night.

Bunny suppresses his shock. “How does daddy know Night. 9?” he asks curiously.

After shock, Night.1 is in deep thought. For a period of time he hadn’t been in Country C. In addition, he’d been pursued by those people. Therefore, he didn’t have a clue as to what had happened in the country.

Furthermore…isn’t Night. 9 already…

Wait! No, perhaps Night. 9 isn’t dead! Night. 1 finds that something is fishy, and just as he is about to prove it, Night. 7 lines up next to his shoulder. “Night. 9 isn’t dead. He’s alive. It’s just that now he’s on the enemy’s side.”

Has Night. 9 become their enemy?

Speaking out those words, he feels like until the facts behind the situation are known, he will stay shocked and surprised. “Your daddy knows many things. First, go back. You won’t find anything here.” Dan William says as he rubs Bunny’s hair while looking in his soft eyes; his tone holds a touch of love. Now, father and son have the same battle to fight.

Bunny nods while at the same time noticing how cold the sea breeze is, he had not felt it just now. Going by helicopter is much faster than going by boat. Derek William’s flying skill is excellent and within an hour they arrive at the William family manor. The helicopter lands on the previously opened space of the manor.

The two other helicopters don’t return, but instead are sent to the sea by Dan William to look for Jamie Moore’s trace. But now there is no team stationed at the borders of Country C, since the team Dan William had just dispatched, was supposed to have been stationed at the borders.

As a result, they miss it again and again.

The first glimmers of dawn appear on the horizon. After the storm the previous night, the sea is calm. Near the beach, a layer of ice has been formed and a layer of snow has fallen. Although not thick, it seems like the sea breeze itself carries a layer of ice, the cold going up all the way into one’s bone marrow.

At one glance, it looks as if the whole world is covered in snow. Even the trees were covered with layers of snow and ice. Close to the beach, a small figure washes up, the clothes seeming to blend in with the snow. It not for the black that stood out in the snow, it would be difficult to spot from a distance.

The pale face, half buried in the snow, shows no signs of vitality. Her paleness matches the color of snow, and her forehead shows obvious signs of bruising that is already turning purple. At this time, a man dressed in black with a scarf and sunglasses, searches in the snow for a while before finally finding the black.

His eyes fix on the black as he starts walking towards it. His step is unsteady, but he does not fall. Step by step he moves towards the black, and when he finally arrives he crouches down before picking up the person. The small face coming out of the snow was pale, as if the temperature had left her body. With only one touch, her body feels like it is freezing.

“Sshh…” the man whispers as he, without any hesitation, walks away towards the car waiting outside the beach with Jamie Moore who was dying.