Then, he closed the computer.
"What happened? Why are you so panicked?"
Thomas Shannon rebuked impatiently, his cold gaze piercing Charlie River like a sharp blade.
Cold sweat covered Charlie River's forehead. "Young Master, the maniac has gone missing."
"What did you say?" Thomas Shannon's cold voice suddenly dropped, turning frigid.
The air pressure in the vicinity plummeted to freezing point in an instant.
The man's handsome face was covered with frost. His cold eyes grew even more terrifying. A storm brewed in their depths, radiating an arrogant power capable of destroying everything.
Thomas Shannon stood up, moved around the desk, and in a single, swift motion, arrived before Charlie River. He grabbed his collar and lifted him. "Who did you say is missing?"
"Young Master, the locator alarm that was on the maniac has been removed... We can't locate her exact position, and we can't determine if she's safe."
