Chapter 1441

Chapter 1441

A pair of charming eyes stared at her.

He feigned an adorable voice and said, “Sherry, I’m bored. Will you go out with me?”

Carl's face was less than a finger away from her.

Sherry covered his face single-handedly and pushed him back, forcing him to stand straight. She said, “I’m busy. Go play by

yourself.”

She turned away and continued typing on the keyboard.

Carl sighed and pouted. “Sherry, you've been in this room for three days now. Aren't you bored at all?”

“No.”

Carl's gaze shifted. He suddenly bent over and moved close to her ears. “Are you afraid of running into someone on the streets?

That’s why you've been hiding here for so long.”

Sherry’s typing hands froze all of a sudden. She turned to the man and stared at him coldly. Her lips curled as she said, “Young

Master Sager, are you thinking of your mother again?”

Carl pouted and straightened his body once more. A hint of annoyance flashed on his face as he looked askance at her. “Sherry,

if you threaten me with my mother again, I'll fire you.”

Sherry leaned in the chair and crossed her arms. She smiled. “Believe me when | say | will strip you of your position and toss

you back to Coastrock City!”

Carl clenched his teeth tightly. “Fine! Fine! Stay here forever!”

He angrily turned around and headed to the door.

A few steps later, he turned to Sherry again and narrowed his eyes. “Oh, there's something | forgot to tell you. The Glenchester

Business Guild's annual conference is going to be held this Friday. I’ve already accepted Old Man Carrel’s invitation.”

Sherry’s expression shifted.

Carl smiled. “Are you going, my dear boss?”

Two days later, Glenchester welcomed a drizzle that added a layer of mist to the already chilly city.

At night, in the room on the eighth floor of the hotel where Sherry used to stay, Caprice had just fallen asleep soundly on the bed.

In his working suit, the man stood by the window and

gazed at the drizzle outside. His glasses reflected the

chilly glare of the night on the window.

Awhile later, Peter’s voice came from outside the door. ” Sir, are you asleep?”

John sat on the couch. “Come in.”

The door was unlocked, so Peter let himself in.

He walked to John and glanced at the man’s expression first before he said softly, “Sir, we’ve searched all the clubs and hotels in

Glenchester in the past two days as you ordered, but we couldn’t find Ms. Fowler anywhere.”

As his words subsided, the man had a layer of gloom shrouded over his handsome face without surprise.

Peter frowned. He wanted to speak but did not have the nerve to make his thought verbal. The thought remained unspoken.

John took his glasses off and closed his eyes. His fingers massaged the center of his brows. A while later, he asked,

“Where do you think she could be?”

“| think Ms. Fowler could be hiding.”

“Why is she hiding then?”

Peter noticed the exhaustion on the man’s face and he did

not look as angry as expected. “I'll be honest, but please don’t get mad at me.

John’s eyes remained closed as he leaned on the couch. He answered gruffly, “I won't.”

Peter inhaled deeply and said, “I think Ms. Fowler was deeply hurt that night.”

John frowned.

Peter continued, “She might be unconcerned about her pride, but that night, when the crowd labeled her a thief, and even her

own biological parents resented her, you...

The man urged him in his deep voice,” Go on.

“You insisted on sending her to the station. Even if her heart was made with stone, it’d crack.” Peter sighed. “I think she was just

there to steal an invitation, not something valuable. She stole the invitation because she wanted to see Ms. Caprice. She’s not

some thief as the

crowd claimed.”