My Supermodel Wife

Meanwhile, when Samuel rushed to the hotel restaurant, he was not surprised to see Erika, Donny and Anna sitting inside.

He stood at the entrance of the restaurant, and as he was looking at their figures, a sharp pain pierced through his heart.

Samuel wanted to step forward, but he didn't know what kind of expression to wear.

By now, Merry's disappearance had exhausted him.

And Erika's always indifferent attitude added to the burden in his heart.

The shame of being abandoned left him confused.

Samuel's palms that were tightening at his sides gradually opened. He stared deeply for a moment, then turned and left the restaurant.

After he left, Erika looked quietly at the entrance from behind the menu book, then sighed silently and shook her head.

...

Outside the door, Samuel called Chris. After asking, he learned that it was Clifford who led the team to find the suspect tourists.

Samuel impatiently planned to follow him, but Chris warned on the phone, "Just let me and Clifford handle this. My advice, you better get back to your room as soon as possible and keep a close eye on Emma."

"Keep an eye on her?" Samuel suddenly narrowed his eyes, his thoughts going up and down.

Chris then explained, "I think it has something to do with her. Believe it or not, right now, Emma cannot be left unattended!"

Samuel was stunned, but because of the trust between them, he chose to believe Chris.

"Okay, I will be back now. If there is anything, please message me as soon as possible."

Putting down the phone, Samuel rushed towards the suite without delay.

Outside the door, he squinted at the closed door in front of him, gently grasped the doorknob, and swiped his card to open the door in the next second.

At this time, Emma was still sitting in front of the sofa quietly, rubbing her phone, looking back in surprise. "Why did you come back?"

Samuel walked into the living room without saying a word, and gave Emma a vague look.

Everything seemed to be going as usual. Apart from the powder holder beside her, which was probably used to apply makeup after he left, nothing seemed to change.

The air was still tense. Samuel relaxed a little, and he looked away from Emma's body, and said without rushing, "I have no appetite, I don't want to eat!"

Emma sighed at the right time, and calmly pulled the powder holder back into her small bag. She then gently comforted him, "Don't think too much, Merry is a lovely child. So even if someone wanted to harm her, they might not be able to do it."

Hearing this, Samuel did not take it to heart.

He didn't know how to explain it, but Emma's words and deeds seemed spot on. But from these enlightening words, he could not hear any care or love.

Instead, she's like a spectator, occasionally telling some unpleasant facts, but she's actually sitting on the sidelines.

Samuel raised his hand and rubbed his brows, forcing himself to clear his doubts about Emma for a while.

He was even more worried whether Chris could find any trace of Merry.

...

Now, twilight has shrouded the sky over the city.

Chris sat beside the driver. After finishing the call, he looked sideways at Paul's bodyguard who was driving.

"Where did you find those three people?"

The bodyguard looked at him for a moment and said bluntly, "One at the bus station downtown, the other was on his way to a glass factory, and the last one looked like he's about to rent a car to go out of town."

Sure enough, the three people went in different places and directions.

Chris rolled down the car's window, put his hand on the door frame, then took out a cigarette. His eyes were dark and unpredictable.

"What do you guys get from them?"

"Before I rushed back to pick you up, I asked the person who was about to rent a car, but… there were no useful clues!"

The bodyguard then looked at Chris with a cold line and continued, "He's just a bum. He received a mysterious amount of money yesterday, and he explained that he was only asked to bring a suitcase in a uniform and then pretended to rent a car like he wanted to run away quickly!"

After hearing that voice, Chris squeezed the cigarette case in an instant. The bodyguard realized the little movement and cleared his throat.

"Young master, don't worry. Finding those three is already a great start, we just can't stop tracking them. It's only a matter of time."

"What's in the trunk?"

The bodyguard tugged at the corners of his mouth helplessly. "Four bricks, we have also checked the model and brand of this suitcase. But the culprit attacked with a well-thought-out plan. After these three people were caught, we discovered that the three suitcases were all from different brands."

What a detailed plan!

Even the origin of items such as suitcases had been prepared.

The little girl had been missing for almost ten hours. If she was kept in a suitcase, she would be deprived of oxygen even if she wasn't injured.

Damn it!

...

Half an hour later, in the suburbs…

When Chris arrived, Clifford and the other bodyguards had already brought the three suspects here.

Under the pitch black night, four black cars surrounded the three with their headlights on.

They crouched on the ground, and not far from them were three suitcases with the same number but different colors.

When Clifford saw Chris, he came forward and reported in time.

"I have checked them. They are just bums and ignorant tourists. The person who contacted them never showed up, the culprit just put the cash and cell phone at their residence, and then they continued to communicate via text message."

Chris stepped forward without a word, he then faced one of the dirty men and gave him a kick. His cold voice was heard immediately, "How many of you were bribed to do this?"

The man fell to the ground, clutching his chest and wailing. Out of fear, he immediately answered every question, "I secretly counted the time in the cafe, there should be 21 people!"

Hearing this, Chris slowly bent his knees and crouched down, grabbing him by the collar. "Do you know any other route?"

The man's eyes were full of fear, and he shook his head hastily. "I don't know, I really don't know! The person who gave me the money just told me to be on standby near Kebayoran Baru at all times. And when the message came, the person also asked me to go to the cafe. Even these two people… I just saw them this morning! We really don't know each other."

"When did you receive the notification?"

After that, Clifford stepped forward and handed him the man's cell phone. "It was 9.40 in the morning, we were in the back hall of the clothing store."

Chris' eyes coldly picked up the phone and glanced at the message, but his eyes were fixed on the sender's number.

Clifford caught this scene and whispered along the way, "I've checked the number. The three of them received information from different numbers, and each number had no identification or whatsoever, and there is no relevant information."

"I tracked the location of the numbers when sending the message, but the other party seems to have technology that can rebound the signal so that the actual location can't be found. After the message was sent, the numbers were never active again."

The clue seems stuck at this step!

Chris took the old man's cell phone and looked back at the other two phones in Clifford's hands.

"Check them and also…."

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