"There's still no news about Savanna?" The office was filled with the strong smell of tobacco, and on the short table beside Brandon, the ash in the tray had piled up into a small mountain.
He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the office. In the light, his tall and straight back was unusually lonely.
Savanna had been missing for almost a month.
This month, Brandon had not had a sound sleep. Occasionally, even when he had a light sleep, he would also dream that something had happened to Savanna and then he would suddenly wake up.
Gradually, he no longer dared to stay at home because every corner of the house was filled with Savanna's aura.
The feeling of loneliness was like shackles, firmly locking his heart and making him unable to breathe.
"Mr. Cassel, we have tried our best to find her, but we have not found any clues about her."
As soon as Jim finished speaking, an ashtray directly smashed over.