The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 921

Fred continued thinking, ‘She has a bad memory, after all. She’ll forget everything that happened.’

However, this time, he had overestimated himself and underestimated the importance of that photo to

Mya.

Riley went upstairs and knocked on the door. When he entered the room, he saw Fred wearing a bathrobe looking

gloomy. He suppressed his voice and reported, “Mr. Turner, he’s here.”

The villa occupied half of the prison area. It was very late now.

Fred glanced at the dark corridor. He decided to keep walking.

He then went to the dark, damp prison. Luke was awakened by a bone-chilling bucket of cold water. He

immediately saw Fred sitting in a chair and asked, “Where am I? Why’d you guys bring me here? Who the

hell are you people?”

Fred took the long whip from Riley and lashed it at Luke without any hesitation. Luke then let out a

horrifying scream in the enclosed prison.

With each lash that Fred made, it was as if he was venting his anger.

Mya’s hysterical yell, expressing her intense resistance and disgust toward him, echoed in his mind, ‘I

don’t like you anymore. I hate you!’

Fred wondered when he had started caring about Mya’s feelings, as she was someone whom he did not

consider important.

An hour and a half later, the sky was already bright, and the snow had stopped falling.

When Fred had finished venting, Luke, who was tied to a stake, could no longer make any sound. And his

blood was all over the floor.

Fred ordered, “Don’t let him die so easily.”

“Okay.”

When Fred left the prison and returned to the villa, a maid suddenly rushed over and said, “Mr. Turner, it’s

bad. Ms. Harper is missing.”

Fred remained cold and stern, “Find her then!” As he spoke, he strode into the living room.

He was frowning as he walked in the corridor. When he arrived at the secondary bedroom, the door was still open.

In just an hour and a half, Mya’s smell that filled this room had completely dissipated. The

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Mya’s words echoed in his mind again, ‘Fred, I’m hungry.

‘Fred, I want to eat this!

‘Fred, why isn’t your place heated? I’m so cold sleeping at night.’

He thought, ‘Her smile was sweet and innocent. She was never afraid of me. She treated me like an

ordinary person.’

Fred looked in another direction. His eyes turned cold again when he saw the corner of the torn picture

on the ground. After that, he walked to the master bedroom.

He pondered, ‘When did I start caring about a mere pet’s feelings?! But then again, even if I were just

raising a dog, there’d be emotions involved.’

At noon, Fred woke up with clear eyes as if he had foreseen something.

When he went downstairs, the maids had already prepared a delicious meal and placed it on the table.

However, the spot where Mya usually sat was empty.

Fred’s eyes were cold as he asked, “Where’s she? Is she still missing?”

A maid immediately knelt before Fred, “Mr. Turner, she hasn’t returned. We thought she just went out to

have some fun. Now, all the other maids have gone to search for her.”

Fred lifted his head to look outside at the snowy landscape. The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. He

was lost in thought, ‘When Mya left in anger, she wasn’t wearing much clothing. If she really left,

she wouldn’t be able to run out of this area as this area is enclosed by barbed wire walls.

‘With so many people looking for her, they should’ve found her by now. And why did she care so much

about the person in the photo?’

Fred then realized something was wrong. He then walked out of the villa. The maid immediately got up

and followed him, “Mr. Turner, you should change your clothes.”

Fred was wearing a sleeping robe. He exuded a cold, imposing aura. After he walked out of the villa, one

of his subordinates hurriedly rushed to him, “Mr. Turner, someone spotted it on the surveillance camera

that Ms. Harper exited through a hole in the west corner.

“She wasn’t carrying any communication device, so we can’t track her. She ran out in such terrible

weather. She might have already…”

Fred responded, “Expand the search area. Find her for me, even if it’s just her corpse.”

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The subordinate replied, “Got it.”

Mya had been missing for ten hours. It was indeed difficult to predict if she was still alive or dead.

Fred had never assembled so many personnel to find someone. For close to twenty years, no one had

received such special treatment from him.

Many people wanted to escape from this place. But there was only one possible outcome in the end.

Nearly five hundred people searched from all directions to find Mya.

Finally, someone found traces of Mya in one location.

Mya was sitting under a tree, hugging her knees in a fetal position. She remained still with a pack of

wolves eyeing her. It was just a matter of seconds until….

Suddenly, a gunshot rang through the air, and the wolf pack ran away in all directions.

“Mr. Turner!”

Mya looked behind her and saw Fred, who sat in the front passenger seat, had already left the vehicle at some

point. Fred removed his robe and knelt in front of Mya before wrapping her tightly.

He said, “Mya?”

Mya did not respond. When Fred touched her, he could feel her body was stiff and had no warmth at all.

Fred was now shirtless and only wearing a pair of long pants. He carried her in his arms and got into the

car, “Turn up the air conditioning and go to the hospital in the city.”

Fred looked grim and distressed as he rubbed Mya’s hands vigorously.