The next day, Cyrus arrived at the doorstep dressed in a soldier's attire.
"Congratulations. You both persevered till the very end."
I leaned against Hendrix, and we smiled at each other. I quickly invited him in.
After serving tea, Hendrix asked the question that I was most concerned about, "Do you have any news about Jordan?"
After hearing these words, Cyrus, who was taking a sip of his tea, put his cup down and shook his head regretfully. "I'm still investigating. The same goes for Stanley's gang. It's like they have evaporated into thin air. There's no news at all."
"Does this mean that there is a possibility that Jordan will run away?" I frowned.
Jordan was an intelligent man. Once he was out of the police's radar, with his ability, it would only be a matter of time before he makes a comeback.
Hendrix and our family didn't betray him. Hence, we should not be subjected to endless harassment.
"Mrs. Roberts, you don't have to be so pessimistic.
You have to believe in my ability. So far, none of those whom I had targeted at the borders had been able to escape. You can rest assured that you can live a peaceful life with your family. You don't have to worry about this matter anymore." In reality, Cyrus didn't take Jordan seriously.
It wasn't his fault.
One would only know how terrible it was when the situation occurred to oneself.
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