They had been searching for nearly ten hours, from night to day, but they still hadn't caught sight of Charlotte Cooper. Henry Russell's anxiety grew, and he felt like he wanted to turn over every stone in the city.
Looking at Henry, who was trying to forcibly calm himself but still showed anxiety in his eyes, everyone couldn't help but marvel at the situation. Was this still the cold-faced president they knew from before?
After searching nervously for two hours, there was bloodshot in Henry's eyes. The surrounding air had become colder as time went by.
Seeing Henry like this, someone advised him, "President Russell, it's already been two hours. Why don't you go back and rest first? We can continue looking outside."
"Don't worry about me," Henry frowned and coldly said, "Focus on finding her. If she's not in the city, send people out to search. She must be found."
"But…" The person wanted to say more but was deterred by Henry's glare and had no choice but to give up.