Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 627

Having been dragged over to Heather’s room for no reason, Everly stared at the monitor on the desk. There was a drawing of a woman on the screen.

“Do you recall this woman at all?” Heather asked as she pointed at the incomplete drawing.

Everly squinted, taking in the picture. However, the drawing wasn’t detailed enough. After mulling it for a while, she still couldn’t figure out who the woman might be.

“Let’s put our heads together,” Heather said like she was a psychologist.

Everly looked at Heather in curiosity, wondering why the latter was in such a rush to get her up into her room. What was going on?

“Is there a girl at your university who has pretty good looks and good grades, but isn’t from a well-off family? Someone who’s working part-time when she’s not in class.” That was all Heather could remember.

Everly looked at Heather in a confused manner—that was too broad of a description. Everly shook her head, for she had no clue as to who that might be.

“Look at this picture. Is there a girl who fits the criteria I mentioned and looks like this?” Heather berated herself for being unable to draw that woman’s picture accurately. She had a clear image of the woman’s face, but why had it become so hazy now?

Once again, Everly shifted her gaze to the computer and studied the picture’s every detail. She knew that Heather was on the edge, so she didn’t dare to lie to her cousin.

“I really don’t know any girls like that in my circle,” Everly said helplessly. She wanted to help, but there wasn’t a single scrap of information about the woman in her head.

Everly’s friends were all wealthy or powerful, so how would they cross paths with a girl from an unwealthy family? Moreover, Everly hadn’t heard about any students from less well-off families who had excellent grades.

“Please think about it again. Ask your classmates to figure it out too.” Heather didn’t want to sit around and wait for things to turn even more dire; she had to do something about it, for she believed that there must be someone at Everly’s university who would know of such a woman.

However, Heather had forgotten about something—if there truly was something off about that woman, she might be faking her background too. However, Heather couldn’t think of any other possible leads, so all she could do was pursue the only lead she had.

“Me? Ask my classmates?” Everly repeated. She hadn’t tried to search for someone before, and she thought that she’d end up becoming unpopular if she bothered her classmates about this.

“Think of it as a favor for your cousin sister,” Heather said to Everly with a pleading expression. Right now, she had pushed half her hopes onto Everly.

“You don’t have to treat me like such a stranger, Heather. I’ll definitely help you find that girl.” It was rare for Heather to ask for Everly’s help. Naturally, she would do her best to complete this task.

A grateful smile made its way onto Heather’s face. “In that case, I’ll leave it to you. She might not be from your school, and she could be from a different university. As long as you find someone who matches the description I’ve given you, you must find a way to get some basic information about her.” All Heather could do now that she had given Everly her instructions was to wait and hope for the best.

“Got it. Don’t worry.” Everly felt like she had a heavy responsibility, but she was inexplicably pleased that Heather had come looking for her help. If she could actually help her cousin out, that pleased feeling would rise to new heights.

Everly took her leave, but right before she left the room, Heather reminded her to keep as low a profile as possible. Since the kidnappers were currently watching Heather, they might also have their eyes on Leon, Matthias, or Tony. In other words, Heather’s hope was on the Langstons.

Heather determined that the kidnappers knew Myra’s relationships like the back of their hand. As such, the kidnappers must think that Heather was not on close terms with the other Langstons, assuming that she wouldn’t get another Langston to investigate this matter.

The rest would depend on Everly’s findings and if she could get a clear target. Meanwhile, Heather began to look into her other leads.

After all, she couldn’t put all her eggs into the same basket by placing all hopes onto one single lead. Besides, it was just a guess; no one knew what the actual situation was.

Perhaps there wasn’t anything off about the girl that Heather had seen at Myra’s home the other day, and she was just overthinking it. Still, she couldn’t dismiss any possibilities now.

Heather began to look for the glass room, and she kept poring over the videos that the kidnappers had sent to her in an attempt to find out where they were keeping Myra. However, she had to be quick about this—she wasn’t sure if the kidnappers would move Myra elsewhere. With that, Heather searched the entire city to look for a glass room that fit the one she knew about.

In order to do so, Heather needed to borrow some satellites. She was prepared to search every corner, but unfortunately, Bradfort City was huge. Who knew how long it would take for her to find the glass room? Moreover, she would be illegally using those satellites. Although it was against the law, Heather couldn’t be bothered about the legality of it all.

She stared closely at her computer, uncaring of the growls coming from her stomach. Heather looked at her screen unblinkingly, afraid that she would miss a new lead. Luckily for her, she still had some instant noodles in her room that she had bought a while ago. Heather’s body was currently winding down, and she needed some food in her.

The butler was initially about to send some dinner up to Heather’s room himself, but Robert’s condition flared up again, so he couldn’t leave to do that. Since he was too busy caring for Robert, he had no time to bring Heather’s dinner to her.

Meanwhile, Robert had kept insisting for the butler to keep his illness a secret from the rest of his family. Hence, he and the butler were the only ones in his room as the latter busied himself.

Robert was envious as he watched the butler walk around with his healthy body. The butler was only eight years younger than him, yet there was a marked difference in their health.

“How I wish I can be as healthy as you,” Robert said to the butler. His body was currently in so much pain that it had become numb, so he had to find a way to distract himself.