In the early morning, the bright sunshine gradually spreaded across Vancouver. This park-like city can show its own charm even more in the morning light. However, no one knows what kind of filth is hidden in the dark side of this city.
In Seattle, which is in the same time zone as Vancouver, it is also dawn at this time. In an extremely luxurious seaside villa covering hundreds of acres in Seattle, a young man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old was anxiously pacing back and forth in the living room.
The cigarette in his hand was almost exhausted, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter.
Just when the cigarette butt burned to the end, there was a sudden sharp pain in his fingers, he involuntarily shouted, and subconsciously threw the cigarette butt away, and then asked the men in front of him with a gloomy face, “Any news about Cleavan?”
The one who spoke was the eldest Young Master of the Cox family and Cleavan Cox’s eldest brother, Charlson Cox.
The men in front of Charlson Cox carefully picked up the cigarette butts and said respectfully, “Eldest Young Master, we have been trying to contact the third Young Master, but there has been no response, the yacht’s communicator has not responded, and the GPS signal has disappeared and has never recovered.”
Charlson Cox immediately asked, “Did the ship and plane sent to look for it replied to the message?”
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