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Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 794

Sebastian's pupils suddenly shrank, a few short words, but like a heavy hammer, caught off guard on his heart.

Boundless coldness spread out with a bang.

"Hello, Mr. Grant, are you still listening?" The police officer on the other end of the line didn't wait for an answer and spoke up again to ask.

Sebastian's heartstrings were plucked hard, the knot in his throat rolled and he still opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, "Where's the address?"

"It's at the seaside warehouse on the east side of town, 345 Lane 3." The policeman answered.

"Tell everyone to stay put until I get here!"

Sebastian hung up the phone, and with a kick of the gas pedal, the black Maybach was like a lightning bolt, speeding through the night.

The drive from Ashtons Family Resort to the abandoned warehouse was supposed to take two hours, but Sebastian drove the entire two hundred yards and arrived in less than an hour.

He was wrapped in frost and walked to the door of the warehouse sealed by a yellow cordon.

"Mr. Grant, we have not touched anything more at the scene as you instructed, do you want to go in now?" The policeman wearing disposable gloves came over and asked in a deep voice.

Sebastian nodded his head.

The police then side-stepped and made way for him.

The warehouse door was hidden and had to be pushed open to see inside.

But at this moment, Sebastian's hand is like a thousand pounds!

He couldn't even push the warehouse door that a five year old could push open.

Probably the police saw his deep powerlessness and took the liberty of pushing the warehouse door open.

The scene in the warehouse was instantly reflected in Sebastian's pupils.

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