Chapter 257: Chapter 257: I’m Back for Revenge (Part 1)
Old Mrs. Hawthorne was thrilled and hurriedly asked, "Do you have contact with the girl? Do you know her whereabouts?"
Chester shook his head, apologetically saying, "I’ve tried to inquire through others, but there’s no news about the girl."
Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s legs weakened, and had it not been for Aunt Rivers holding her, she would have fallen to the ground.
"Grandma, don’t worry. We’ll find Void, and Baby will be safe," Elias Hawthorne said, a peculiar look flashing in his eyes.
If his suspicions were correct, perhaps there was hope for Baby.
...
Medical room.
Aidan Lynch walked out of the car carrying a pile of documents.
Quinn Thorne glanced at Aidan, who looked like a porter, and said speechlessly, "Is it necessary? Your President is just here to see his wife, and you brought so many documents in pursuit. Can’t you just give President Hawthorne some time to handle his big, personal matters?"
Aidan rolled his eyes, "Easy for you to say when you’re not the one doing the hard work. If I had that skill, I’d be a mogul myself by now. How about this, I’ll suggest to President Hawthorne to let you take the reins for a few days?"
Quinn Thorne slapped his own face, "Lawrence, I was just babbling nonsense, please be generous and let me go like a fart."
"No way, as President Hawthorne’s brother, how can you shrink back at such a critical time?"
"It doesn’t matter, I’m used to shrinking back anyway, one more time won’t hurt." Quinn Thorne grabbed Aidan’s shoulder, "Good buddy, if you spare your older brother this time, I promise not to treat you unfairly next time."
Aidan shuddered and shook off Quinn’s hand, "No need to wait for another day, there’s a chance for you to help right now. Come, hold these."
He stuffed the pile of documents into Quinn’s hands, "Take these to President Hawthorne first, I’ll deal with the rest."
"Geez." Quinn Thorne looked at the tall pile of documents in his arms, "My elder brother is unlucky to have subordinates like you."
After venting, Quinn headed inside with the documents.
As he walked, he observed the new medical room. It seemed the boss was really invested in this bride who had come in her place.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t go to such great lengths to make her happy.
Speaking of which, given the boss’s status, being stingy would be laughable.
Suddenly, Quinn’s gaze froze.
He stared intently at a slender figure standing by the side door, his mind going blank.
That was—
That was—
Anya Forrest!
As the name surfaced in his mind, Quinn Thorne tossed the documents aside and dashed over like a madman.
However, that slender figure had already vanished.
"President Thorne, didn’t you say you were delivering documents? Why did you drop them halfway?"
"Aidan!" Quinn desperately grabbed Aidan, a frenzy in his eyes, "I... I saw her."
"Who?"
"Anya, I saw Anya!"
Aidan was taken aback. Having known Quinn for years, he naturally understood what that name meant to him.
But how was it possible?
Quinn shook Aidan vigorously, "Help me search, please help me search."
"Alright, alright, I’ll help you search."
Aidan and Quinn searched every corner of the small courtyard, yet found no trace of Anya Forrest.
They even called the guards from the research room to inquire, but no one had entered or exited today.
"Anya! Anya! Anya Forrest!"
"Come out! Come out and see me!"
"I know you hate me! I’m right here!"