Read Married by Mistake Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife [by Sixteenth Child] Chapter 1718 – Shirley always answered his call.
Carter opened a location application on his phone and quickly found the location of Shirley’s phone.
He noticed that the location of Shirley’s phone was near the villa, but it remained stationary on the spot, unmoving.
Without hesitation, Carter rose and walked to the garage. He then got into his car and went to the street near the manor following the location indicated on his phone.
Before he had arrived, Carter could see from afar that Shirley’s car had crashed into the railing, white fumes still rising out of her car hood.
Carter’s eyes darkened. He quickly got out of the car and strode toward the door of the driver’s seat.
In that second, he had no idea how much fear and anxiety he had in his heart.
“Shirley!”
Carter yelled at the driver’s seat, his voice trembling.
When there was no response, Carter felt his heart and body went cold.
He got a closer look and realized that there was no one in the car; only Shirley’s phone glowed on the phone stand.
Carter felt less uneasy now.
He swiftly observed the surroundings and noticed a dent on the side of Shirley’s car, suggesting a collision.
‘Was it an accident?
‘No.
‘If this was merely an accident, why would Shirley disappear along with the culprit?’
The more Carter thought about this, the fishier it seemed. He wanted to retrieve the security footage for this place, but there would be obstacles.
This was not St. Piaf. No one would give him the green light for his actions, and he certainly could not act recklessly here.
Even though Carter felt anxious, he could only adhere to the standard procedures and
make a police report, letting the traffic police deal with this.
It was already past dinner time, and the food served on the dining table had already turned cold.
Carter had sat at the dining table for a very long time, but there was still no news from the traffic police.
No one knew what he was worried about. Even he was a little confused. It seemed that Shirley had an immensely important position in his heart.
However, he did not want Shirley to remain in this position. Not at all.
He hoped to hate her, to exact vengeance on her for leaving him years ago.
In a dark underground garage with no source of light, Shirley awoke as a pail of cold water was poured over her.
She opened her eyes. She thought she heard a loud crashing sound in her mind, then recalled what had happened before she fell unconscious.
“Awake?”
There was completely no emotion in Jeremy’s cold voice.
Startled, Shirley lifted her head.
A ray of the chrome yellow incandescent light illuminated Jeremy’s handsome face and his firm features.
He wore a black coat and was sitting on an old chair near her, his presence emitting an intimidating chill.
Through the transom, a ray of moonlight cast into the room and fell exactly onto his alluring, bottomless eyes, reflecting a cold, silver glint in his deep gaze.
Shirley suddenly felt her body turning frigid as the terrifying chill, much colder than the biting winds of winter outside, enveloped her inch by inch.
“Jeremy, what are you trying to do?” Shirley asked directly. “Are you trying to get the anti-toxoid reagent for Eveline?”
Jeremy coldly stared at Shirley. “Will you give it to me if I ask for it?”
He chuckled softly as he asked rhetorically. “That was my initial idea, but I’ve changed my mind now.”
As he spoke, he suddenly lifted his right hand, shaking an object between his long and thin fingers.
“Do you recognize this?”