He stretched out his finger and gently smoothed the frown between her brows.
"From now on, I will never allow you to face the storm alone!"
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Across the ocean.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Moses stood tall, his gaze fixed on the night of this unfamiliar city, his brows deeply furrowed.
"Still can't find her?"
There was barely restrained murderous intent in his voice.
"No, not exactly," his assistant approached, "Although we haven't found Gan Yuan, we do have some leads."
Moses' expression softened slightly, "Speak!"
"The person who was close to her before was the sous chef at the hotel. He resigned several days ago, but according to reliable information, this man, who went by the name Qiao Liang, is actually Lu Ziliang, the sole son of the great catering tycoon Lu Shaojie. The hotel staff mentioned that Qiao Liang had been pursuing Gan Yuan but she never accepted."
"Where is Qiao Liang?" Moses asked.