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In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Chapter 593
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Benjamin's chest heaved. "Search for this car throughout the city!" Larry rushed to leave.

"Wait!" Benjamin suddenly stopped Larry. Frowning, he thought of something. "Danielle..." How could it be just a coincidence that this had happened right after Danielle had shown up at the gala? "Has construction been continuing at the Eastwood property?" "I haven't heard of any news about it being halted." Benjamin had received information that there wasn't much money left in the account. Why was construction still ongoing? He quickly made a decision. After grabbing his coat, he headed out. "Takethere." In Amirate, just as the receptionist finished talking, someone suddenly rushed in, stumbling.

It was Samuel. He was panting heavily. "What's wrong with Ms. Lewis? If she doesn't like me, she could have just said it. How could she leaveon the road?" He looked up and saw Xander, who looked extremely serious. This left him stunned for a moment. Why was Xander back? Soon, he looked at Luke with his hands on his hips. "Where's Ms. Lewis? Get her out here!" Luke looked confused. "Director Walker, didn't Ms. Lewis leave with you?" "Yes, but she lefton the road. I couldn't catch a cab, so I had to walk here!" Samuel shouted. Then, he surveyed their expressions. "She didn't cback?" Luke remained silent for half a second, then rushed outside. Peter quickly followed him.

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Meanwhile, Xander clenched his fists and headed straight to the elevator. "Director Walker, cwith me." Ten minutes later, in Amirate's conference room, Xander sat at the head of the table. His eyes were bloodshot as he listened to Samuel's account of events..

"My assistant just hired this driver. I really don't know what's going on." Samuel panicked.

Xander stared at him. "You told Grace that Amirate has a corporate spy. Who is it?" Suddenly, Samuel hesitated. "This is Amirate's matter. I can't tell you." Xander's gaze was profound, as if he could see through Samuel. The latter couldn't help but look away.

At this moment, the phone rang on the table. Xander swiped to answer it and put it on speaker. "Speak." "Mr. Fulton, it's confirmed that Ms. Lewis is missing. I've mobilized all our personnel in Pamore, and Mr. Ziegler has already reported it to the police. We're searching the entire city, Peter said. When Xander heard the word "missing", his pupils suddenly contracted.

If he had gotten there sooner, this wouldn't have happened.

He restrained his emotions. "Hurry up and find her." Samuel shrank, showing a hint of worry.

Just then, a staff member suddenly rushed in with a laptop. "Director Walker, we received a video on the company's email. It's about Ms. Lewis." Content belongs to Śwabout "What?" Xander quickly moved forward, grabbed the laptop, and clicked play.

Grace was tied to a pillar and covered in countless red bruises. She even had wounds on her face. She looked like she was almost on the brink of death.

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She trembled while negotiating with the kidnappers, like a stubborn rose on the verge of withering.

Xander's fingers trembled uncontrollably. He felt like his heart was being pierced by a knife. The next moment, he slammed the laptop on the ground.

The loud crash startled everyone.

The staff member was also shocked. "What should we do? The kidnappers said not to report it to the police. They want two billion dollar transferred to their within half an hour, or the Count Lewis..." Ms.

"Two billion dollars?" Samuel was shocked. "How can we get two billion dollars within half an hour?" "But they said that if we can't do it, they'll kill Ms. Lewis ..." Xander sat down, his chest heaving. Anger flooded his veins.

He had seen the email address that had sent the video just now. It belonged to an overseas account, which couldn't be traced by the police.