Chapter 469 Rapport
“Yes!” Maurice confirmed grimly, rolling over from where he had fallen and rising to his feet. “Master, the people in that building are in danger! We have to save them!”
In the past, Dalton would have dismissed an incident like this. He wasn’t particularly interested in what
went on at Mt. Dragon.
However, the words “Earthbound Formation” caught his attention. His fingers tightened around his teacup as he cast a curious look at Kaspar and Maurice.
He frowned as a dark look passed over his handsome, chiseled features. “Is that Ultimate Survival?”
Kaspar demanded, “Do you know it?”
“My company is one of the sponsors,” Dalton explained as he took Maurice’s phone and enlarged the screen. “A celebrity friend of mine is a guest this season.” He had to look out for Tobias, his future brother-
in–law.
Kaspar gripped Dalton’s arm and urged, “Get the crew to shut down all the unmanned cameras right now
and bring me there!”
“You got it,” Dalton said, never one to dilly–dally.
Meanwhile, Dexter broke into a cold sweat when he got word that Dalton was looking for him.
“Mr. Yarwood, Kina is safe for the time being,” Dexter reassured. He was already tied up events going on inside the hospital building as it was.
“We can’t go
have worked.”
With the strange
into the building for some reason. We’ve been trying to. But thus far, none of our methods
Dalton was surprisingly calm. “Dismantle all the equipment outside the building. Brief me on what’s happening inside the building and the details of the original script.”
Having never seen anything like this, Dexter explained, “We’ve already verified the identity of the NPC we hired for the show, but she suddenly lost control. Mr. Yarwood, do you think she’s the suspect the police have been looking for?”
Dalton asked the most pertinent question, “What’s the story?”
Dexter forwarded him the key footage from within the hospital building. The first thing Dalton saw when he clicked on the footage was Wynter, his fiancée with an “unassuming background.
At this point, he had gotten into the car with Kaspar and Maurice
As he settled into the privacy of the luxury car, Kaspar sensed the air around Dalton grow cold. He asked with a raised brow, “Are you upset?”
Dalton sighed. “No. I’m just worried.”
It seemed Dalton was getting more anxious than Kaspar now. But even so, he analyzed the footage.
Chapter 466 Rapport
carefully. That was when he noticed the newspaper Wynter was carrying,
He paused the footage and zoomed in on the newspaper.
The article read, “Two little girls died after falling into a washing machine. Their mother was too preoccupied with watching their younger brother and hadn’t heard their cries for help, while their father was cooking in the kitchen and did not hear his daughters‘ screams over the sound of the cooking hood.”
Dalton’s gaze darkened at this. His eyelashes cast shadows over his chiseled cheekbones as he sent the picture of the four non–celebrity guests to the Special Operations Team.
He followed up with a message: “See if any one of the non–celebrity guests had anything to do with the news in this article.”
Kaspar had no idea what Dalton was getting up to. “Why are you looking into this?”
“It seems my fiancée is more talented than she lets on,” Dalton mused in his deep voice, plucking at his
red–beaded bracelet.
Kaspar ignored him and continued watching the variety show anxiously. He nearly cried in frustration when it cut to a commercial and cursed the platform.
Dalton, on the other hand, went on to pursue the lead he had found. It wasn’t long before the commercial
break was over.
When Lucy heard that she was going to be dragged out of the room to be punished, the blood drained
from her face.
She glanced at Oliver for help, but he snapped at her, “Don’t drag us into your mess!”
Lana clutched Lucy’s shoulders, and her fingers dug into the latter’s skin painfully.
Next to Lucy, Yvonne watched the scene in horror and wondered if the unborn child was truly after blood this time. A chill went down her spine as she considered this.
As for Lucy, she gripped the door frame with newfound desperation. When her fingers began to slip, she roared, “Is it my fault for wanting to get rid of that child?”
