The police took William Quinn away.
He impatiently dropped Walker Grant’s name, and someone quickly arrived to handle the situation.
Dylan Finch came in person, his attitude extremely respectful. "Mr. Quinn, everything’s been taken care of. You can leave with me now."
William Quinn’s blue eyes blazed with fury. "Where’s Walker Grant? I want to see him!"
"Please follow me," Dylan Finch said.
The CEO’s office at Grant Group.
William Quinn threw open the office door, rushed up to Walker Grant, and slammed both hands on the desk. "Have you found her or not?!" he demanded.
Walker Grant, his long, elegant fingers wrapped around a fountain pen, slowly lifted his sharp eyes. He regarded him coolly. "Not yet."
"You!"
William Quinn was furious. He struggled to contain his anger, saying, "I saw her today. On the same road as my accident. I want to see the surveillance footage for that road—all of it. We’ll definitely be able to see which car she was in!"
At that, Walker Grant raised a slight eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
"I’m sure!"
William Quinn wasn’t about to let any opportunity slip by.
Walker Grant called Dylan Finch in and gave him his instructions.
Then, Dylan Finch said, "Mr. Quinn, please come with me. The surveillance footage will be sent over shortly."
William Quinn glared at Walker Grant. "You’d better not be playing any tricks!"
"I want to help you find her as much as you do," Walker Grant said. "Why would I play any tricks?"
"Hmph. Liar!"
William Quinn didn’t believe a word he said.
He made up his mind. From now on, he would search for her himself.
It had been almost a month, yet he still couldn’t forget her. He had to find her!


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