Charles wrapped his arms around Sheryl. They stood in the darkness for a long time and weren't in the mood to sleep. They wished the bright stars in the sky could banish the gloom from Shirley's mind and make her feel less afraid.
"Sher, did you hear? Shirley will come back soon. Don't worry. You should try and get some sleep." Charles pecked Sheryl on the cheek and reassured her gently.
"What about you?" Sheryl asked.
"I'll get David to check that telephone number. Maybe we can find some clue from it," Charles answered.
"Well, tell me if you find anything out," Sheryl said anxiously.
The next second, she couldn't help blurting out what she had been holding back. "Charles, do you believe me? I'm sure Leila is the person behind the kidnapping. At the thought of Shirley suffering at the hands of the kidnapper, my heart is broken. Leila must know where Shirley is. Why don't we ask her the whereabouts of Shirley tomorrow?"
Sheryl's eyes lit up with hope. However, Charles didn't answer her question. He asked her to go to bed and get some rest, then went to the study.
Charles was worried, and he didn't notice that it was already in the early hours of the morning. He called David from the study.
The phone rang for a while before David picked it up. David wasn't expecting a call so late, so he assumed that it must be a prank call and didn't want to answer. However, as his cell phone kept on ringing, he picked it up and looked sleepily at the screen. When he found it was Charles who was calling, he was completely sober.
"Hello, Mr. Lu!" He was aware that Charles' daughter was missing. 'Why did Mr. Lu call me so late? Does he want me to do something for him?' he wondered.
"The kidnapper called just now. I want you to run a check on this number and let me know as soon as you get any clue," Charles ordered.
"Okay." David immediately began to track the cell phone number after hanging up.
Five minutes later, he called back.
"Mr. Lu, the signal disappeared when I tracked the phone number, so I failed to lock its user's location," he reported.
Charles knew that the kidnapper would have made some preparations, but when he heard the news from David, his heart sank.
"I understand. You can go to sleep," Charles said in a low voice that sounded like a long sigh in the darkness.
He walked out onto the balcony and sat alone in the cold darkness for a long time, staring into oblivion. He seemed to have gradually calmed down from the chaos of thoughts that were running through his mind.
He thought of what Sheryl had said. She wasn't a malevolent person. Maybe what she had said was reasonable.
He looked down and sighed, lost in thought.
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