Chapter 921
The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning
Fred continued thinking, âShe has a bad memory, after all. Sheâll forget everything that happened.â
However, this time, he had overestimated himself and underestimated the importance of that photo to Mya.
Riley went upstairs and knocked on the door. When he entered the room, he saw Fred wearing a bathrobe looking gloomy. He suppressed his voice and reported, âMr. Turner, heâs here.â
The villa occupied half of the prison area. It was very late now.
Fred glanced at the dark corridor. He decided to keep walking.
He then went to the dark, damp prison. Luke was awakened by a bone-chilling bucket of cold water. He immediately saw Fred sitting in a chair and asked, âWhere am I? Whyâd you guys bring me here? Who the hell are you people?â
Fred took the long whip from Riley and lashed it at Luke without any hesitation. Luke then let out a horrifying scream in the enclosed prison.
With each lash that Fred made, it was as if he was venting his anger.
Myaâs hysterical yell, expressing her intense resistance and disgust toward him, echoed in his mind, âI donât like you anymore. I hate you!â
Fred wondered when he had started caring about Myaâs feelings, as she was someone whom he did not consider important.
An hour and a half later, the sky was already bright, and the snow had stopped falling.
When Fred had finished venting, Luke, who was tied to a stake, could no longer make any sound. And his blood was all over the floor.
Fred ordered, âDonât let him die so easily.â
âOkay.â
When Fred left the prison and returned to the villa, a maid suddenly rushed over and said, âMr. Turner, itâs bad. Ms. Harper is missing.â
Fred remained cold and stern, âFind her then!â As he spoke, he strode into the living room.
He was frowning as he walked in the corridor. When he arrived at the secondary bedroom, the door was still open. In just an hour and a half, Myaâs smell that filled this room had completely dissipated.
The Myaâs words echoed in his mind again, âFred, Iâm hungry.
âFred, I want to eat this!
âFred, why isnât your place heated? Iâm so cold sleeping at night.â
He thought, âHer smile was sweet and innocent. She was never afraid of me. She treated me like an ordinary person.â
Fred looked in another direction. His eyes turned cold again when he saw the corner of the torn picture on the ground. After that, he walked to the master bedroom.
He pondered, âWhen did I start caring about a mere petâs feelings?! But then again, even if I were just raising a dog, thereâd be emotions involved.â
At noon, Fred woke up with clear eyes as if he had foreseen something.
When he went downstairs, the maids had already prepared a delicious meal and placed it on the table.
However, the spot where Mya usually sat was empty.
Fredâs eyes were cold as he asked, âWhereâs she? Is she still missing?â
A maid immediately knelt before Fred, âMr. Turner, she hasnât returned. We thought she just went out to have some fun. Now, all the other maids have gone to search for her.â
Fred lifted his head to look outside at the snowy landscape. The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. He was lost in thought, âWhen Mya left in anger, she wasnât wearing much clothing. If she really left, she wouldnât be able to run out of this area as this area is enclosed by barbed wire walls.
âWith so many people looking for her, they shouldâve found her by now. And why did she care so much about the person in the photo?â
Fred then realized something was wrong. He then walked out of the villa. The maid immediately got up and followed him, âMr. Turner, you should change your clothes.â
Fred was wearing a sleeping robe. He exuded a cold, imposing aura. After he walked out of the villa, one of his subordinates hurriedly rushed to him, âMr. Turner, someone spotted it on the surveillance camera that Ms. Harper exited through a hole in the west corner.
âShe wasnât carrying any communication device, so we canât track her. She ran out in such terrible weather. She might have alreadyâ¦â
Fred responded, âExpand the search area. Find her for me, even if itâs just her corpse.â
The subordinate replied, âGot it.â
Mya had been missing for ten hours. It was indeed difficult to predict if she was still alive or dead.
Fred had never assembled so many personnel to find someone. For close to twenty years, no one had received such special treatment from him.
Many people wanted to escape from this place. But there was only one possible outcome in the end.
Nearly five hundred people searched from all directions to find Mya.
Finally, someone found traces of Mya in one location.
Mya was sitting under a tree, hugging her knees in a fetal position. She remained still with a pack of wolves eyeing her. It was just a matter of seconds untilâ¦.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang through the air, and the wolf pack ran away in all directions.
âMr. Turner!â
Mya looked behind her and saw Fred, who sat in the front passenger seat, had already left the vehicle at some point. Fred removed his robe and knelt in front of Mya before wrapping her tightly.
He said, âMya?â
Mya did not respond. When Fred touched her, he could feel her body was stiff and had no warmth at all.
Fred was now shirtless and only wearing a pair of long pants. He carried her in his arms and got into the car, âTurn up the air conditioning and go to the hospital in the city.â
Fred looked grim and distressed as he rubbed Myaâs hands vigorously.