Chapter 595
There weren’t many vehicles on that stretch of road, but the few drivers present witnessed it clearly. The white sedan was shoved hard against the guardrail. It broke through, flipped into the air, and plunged into the river below. Within seconds, it sank beneath the dark water and disappeared.
The plane had already departed. Lyman hadn’t received any news.
He checked his watch again, his brows tightening.
His assistant stepped into the room. “Sir.”
“Still no news?”
“No. We tried tracing Shawn’s phone. The signal has disappeared.”
A shadow crossed Lyman’s face. He had chosen Shawn because he trusted him more than anyone else. If they couldn’t reach him now, there was only one explanation.
Something had gone wrong.
He closed his eyes briefly. “Pull the traffic surveillance footage. I want to know which road they took.”
Before the assistant could leave, the secretary rushed in with a tablet in her hands. “Sir, there’s been an accident.”
“Say it.”
“Reports just came in. A serious crash on the bridge near the airport. The vehicle matches the one assigned to Ms. Evans. It went into the river.”
Lyman’s eyes locked onto the screen. The air in the room seemed to freeze. He stood abruptly and headed for the door. “Prepare the car.”
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the bridge. Police vehicles and media vans crowded the area. After giving a few quiet instructions to his assistant, Lyman walked toward the officers.
The river wasn’t usually that deep, but days of heavy rain had raised the water level significantly. The police had already pulled the car out — but it was empty.
“Please stay calm,” an officer said. “They might have escaped and swum to shore.”
There was another possibility. They could have been swept away by the current. No one could confirm their whereabouts.
The assistant immediately secured the scene and contacted a private search team. The police force was limited, but his team would search the entire stretch of river — and do it quickly.
Lyman remained silent. His silence weighed heavier than anger ever could.
He stared at the search efforts below for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice had turned rough. “Take me to the engagement banquet.”
The assistant understood at once. His boss wanted to see Kyson.
A chill settled deep in his chest. This was far from over.
Around noon, traffic on the main roads thickened and slowed, waves of cars bunching into long, restless lines.
The entrance to the Elysium Hotel was even more packed. With the CEO of Blake Group getting engaged to the daughter of Zenith Group’s chairman, the event had drawn attention from every corner. It didn’t matter whether people knew the couple personally — no one wanted to miss a chance like this to make connections.
The moment Lyman’s car pulled up, a valet hurried forward and opened the door.
Lyman stepped out with a blank expression. He didn’t need to say anything. One look from him was enough to keep others at a distance. His eyes swept across the area before he asked, “Where is Kyson?”
The valet had no idea who he was, but the pressure coming off him was unmistakable. He straightened at once and answered carefully, “Mr. Blake is inside.”