Stanford denied that he cared about Phoebe’s departure. After all, she was only a stranger to him.
He made him believe that he was upset because of Florence’s death.
Florence jumped into the sea in his presence, and the bomb bound on her exploded. This incident would be the biggest pain in his life that he would never forget.
He forced himself to withdraw his gaze, looking down at the precipice below his fee and the rolling sea.
The blown wind overwhelmed him. He seemed to smell the blood.
It was Florence’s blood.
Stanford wanted to find her back.
If she was still alive, he would find her; if not, he would find her corpse.
Even if her body was blown up by the bomb, he would gather all the pieces together and take her home as one.
“Flory, let me take you home.”
Stanford’s voice was full of sorrow and determination.
He took another half step forward. Instead of jumping into the sea, he pressed the button on his earphone.
He ordered, “For those who are still alive, gather together and search on the sea. Also, inform all our men who are nearest to here. Seal off a hundred miles of the sea. Search!”
He wanted to find Florence.
He must.
It was getting dark gradually. The sky was like a heavy curtain, overwhelming and burying people in it.
On the sea, numerous search boats were arranged in a dense array, busy salvaging and searching.
Frogmen jumped into the sea one after another, keeping searching.
They seized every second and minute, bustle and hustle. No one dared to stop.
However, the result was quite collapsing and despairing.
One bodyguard couldn’t remember how many times he had walked up to Stanford.
He reported, “Mr. Fraser, we’ve searched the area of the sea eight times but failed to find Ms. Fraser.”
Stanford was standing in the bow of the boat, pale and cold.
He said in an extremely cold tone, “Keep on searching!”
“But...”
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment. Then he bit the bullets and continued, “Since Ms. Fraser jumped into the sea until now, we’ve been searching for seven hours non-stop. We’ve searched every corner of this sea area, even haven’t missed the cracks of the corals.
“If we could find her, she should have been found long ago. I’m afraid Ms. Fraser’s body was blown up into pieces in the explosion and eaten by the sea animals.”
“Bang!”
Suddenly, the sound of breaking the bone was muffled.
Stanford smashed his fist onto the bodyguard’s face, and the latter fell to the ground. His facial bone was deformed and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
Stanford looked quite cruel as if he were the deicide.
“How dare they ate Flory! I’ll make all the animals in this sea area die!”
With reddish eyes, he looked at the sea below his feet ferociously. “Poison the sea! I’ll make it lifeless at once!”
Even if Florence’s body were eaten by the animals, he wouldn’t allow them to digest the flesh.
He would dig her flesh out one by one from those animals’ tummies.
His men gaped at Stanford in fear and couldn’t believe what they had heard.
What did Mr. Fraser say?
He wanted to poison the sea, kill all the animals, and make it lifeless, didn’t he?
But they were going to do it in the sea.
It would be too crazy for a human being to do. It would be against nature.
The bodyguard who had received a punch was panicked and frightened. In a hurry, he tried to convince Stanford. “Mr. Fraser, please calm down. We can’t...”
“How dare you to ask me to calm down!”
Stanford went more furious.
Seemingly his whole body was surrounded by a black pressure, others felt extremely horrified. He was like Shura coming out of hell.
How could Stanford calm down?
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