Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: ... Dead

Chloe Brooke naturally didn’t understand, but seeing his expression finally resembled his usual self, she quickly

nodded, "Darling, | know, liking someone means treating them well..."

lan Linton’s expression slightly eased, he raised his hand, gently touched Chloe Brooke's messy long hair, and

said warmly, "Chloe, if anything happens to you in the future, | would go through fire and water for you... do you

know that?"

Originally, Chloe Brooke was a bit afraid of him, but now hearing him say this, she immediately blossomed with

joy, her cheeks slightly red, she said coyly, "Darling, if something really happens toin the future, | don’t need

you to do anything for me, I just want you to be well."

"Chloe..." lan Linton’s expression seemed slightly moved, he reached out and gently pulled his newlywed wife

into his arms, speaking softly, "I'm so happy that you think ofthis way."

Chloe Brooke buried her face in lan Linton’s embrace, feeling the warmth from his body gradually spreading,

permeating her frozen temperature, she was momentarily intoxicated in her husband’s embrace, until lan Linton

let her go.

lan Linton said, "Chloe, you better go hfirst."

Chloe Brooke raised her head, hearing this, was slightly stunned, and asked with sconfusion, "Darling... did |

do something wrong?"

"It's too cold here, go hand change your clothes." lan Linton smiled at her gently, "It's my fault, we went out

in a hurry and | forgot to bring your coat."

Chloe Brooke was indeed freezing, but having just been intimidated by lan Linton, she hesitated a bit about

leaving now, and cautiously asked, "Darling... if | leave just like this, will you blme?"

lan Linton smiled, "What are you thinking? If you get sick from the cold, | would be the one upset. It was my fault

earlier, | shouldn't have blamed you like that."

Chloe Brooke looked at him, realizing he had once more becthe gentle, considerate, and refined lan Linton,

she breathed a sigh of relief, and the inexplicable fear she felt towards him dissipated. She tiptoed to kiss lan

Linton on the cheek and said to him, "Darling, then I'll leave first."

She paused a bit, hesitated again, and looking at lan Linton’s face, still didn’t dare to ask, "Where will you go

later?"

There always seemed to be something different about lan Linton today.

She shook her head, suppressing these vague thoughts, hugged her thin clothes, and got into the car amidst the

cold wind.

Sitting in the car, she turned her head to look at her husband standing at the police station entrance, he seemed

to be looking forward, but for sreason, she always felt that he wasn’t truly seeing her.

A girl's mind is always strange and sensitive, sitting alone in the car, Chloe Brooke reflected on her husband's

recent attitude towards her, feeling somewhat aggrieved and sad.

She was worried about Daisy Ginger, but it was so cold here, she only wore a thin shirt, wouldn't he feel

heartache if she caught a cold...?

*

Edward Stephens went back, ate a little, and then lay down to sleep.

The room was full of things left by Daisy Ginger, and the fragrance she hadn't dispelled lingered faintly in the air.

He fell asleep but slept uneasily, in a haze, always feeling Daisy Ginger was beside him, the sound of footsteps

coming and going at the door, thinking she had cback.

When he woke up, it was already midday, his head splitting with pain.

He lit a cigarette, sat by the bedside, glanced at his phone, there was no news.

Someone knocked at the door outside, it was the household servant: "Mr. Stephens?"

Edward Stephens: "What is it?"

"Lunch is ready," said the servant at the door, "Will Miss Ginger cback for lunch today?"

Edward Stephens felt a tightness in his chest, surged with a few inexplicable irritations. Although the news was

concealed from top to bottom, it was clear the higher-ups already knew, but the lower-level people didn’t. The

Gingers’ building could operate for a few more months without Daisy Ginger, but once shareholders learned that

the Ginger’s CEO was in trouble and began to sell stocks, the entire Ginger family business might go bankrupt.

This would also be a major blow to the Banyan City government.

This world is just so ridiculous and cruel. Strash can destroy one family, the future of dozens, hundreds, or

even thousands of people.

Edward Stephens opened the door, went downstairs.

Lunch was prepared in a duo portion, Daisy Ginger’s place settings laid across from him. Edward Stephens sat in

the chair, looked at the empty bowl and plate, sat in silence for a moment, put down his chopsticks, and

suddenly had no appetite.

"Mr. Stephens, is the lunch not to your liking?"

The servant was startled seeing him stood up from the dining chair and hurried over to ask.

"I'll wait for her to cback and eat together." Edward Stephens said lightly.

"Will Miss Ginger be back for lunch?" the servant asked.

"Perhaps."

Edward Stephens spoke in a mild tone, put on his coat, and had already stepped out the door.

*

By evening, there was finally a breakthrough in the case.

The police had called up surveillance from a rural area, showing Ervin Osteen appeared at a small shop wearing

a baseball cap, bought a large quantity of water and food, and took them to his car.

Because the rural surveillance wasn’t as dense as in the city, by the tthe police rushed to the scene after

receiving the information, Ervin Osteen was already gone.

However, the search area was narrowed.

After sdiscussion among the case experts, they identified a possible destination for Ervin Osteen—

An abandoned motorcycle junkyard.

The junkyard was east of the rural area in a dense forest, abandoned for nearly eight years. It was also where

Ervin Osteen hid when he kidnapped Daisy Ginger back then!

No one could imagine that eight years later, Ervin Osteen would repeat his trick and kidnap Daisy Ginger back to

the crscene of eight years ago.

The police immediately gathered a team to head to the motorcycle junkyard, and approached the rusty,

overgrown factory outskirts near six o'clock.

Back then, the motorcycle factory almost brought the entire village's economy to life. After the kidnapping case,

the factory owner went bankrupt overnight and ended up committing suicide by jumping off a building.

It could be said, Ervin Osteen and his group didn’t just cause the death of speople they murdered. Many

more innocents were implicated by their rampage.

And this time, with conclusive evidence, even if death penalty couldn't be sentenced, he could be imprisoned for

life—

Ervin Osteen’s black car with no license plates was parked right at the motorcycle factory entrance, giving

everyone scertainty. To avoid startling the suspect, several armed special forces soldiers, under the

command of the officers, quietly climbed through the windows under the cover of darkness.

Just when everyone thought they might rescue the hostage this time, a voice suddenly cthrough the radio.

"Report." The voice, mixed with static, sounded somewhat distorted, "The hostage has not been found. Ervin

Osteen... is already dead."