Chapter 709 Pop Is Missing


    Dexter had once shared the exact location with her; it was somewhere around this area. Following his


    pointers, she navigated the surroundings and reached the office building. Upon opening the door,


    Thomas’ voice sounded from inside.


    He was assigning tasks to the employees, who were all engrossed in their work. Josie knocked on the


    door, and Thomas’ gaze snapped up, his eyes locking onto her as he uttered, “…Mrs. Russell? What


    brought you here?”


    Josie’s gaze swept over him, “I could ask you the same thing. Why are you here?”


    Thomas’ eyes shifted subtly, “Mr. Russell asked me to oversee this project, so here I am.”


    “Is that so?” Josie’s tone held a touch of suspicion.


    Among the many people, only a few garnered Dexter’s trust, and Thomas was his confidante. There


    were tons of responsibilities and tasks awaiting Thomas at Russell Group; it just seemed odd for


    Dexter to relocate Thomas here.


    Her dubious expression caused Thomas to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead. He couldn’t help


    but notice how, under Dexter’s influence, Josie’s casual yetmanding manner mirrored that of


    Dexter.


    “Indeed, I’ve been transferred here.


    Unconvinced, Josie cast a cursory look around the office.


    Thomas inquired, “Mrs. Russell, what’s the reason for your visit today?”


    With no particr reason for suspicion, Josie shifted the topic to ire, “Look into that as well.”


    Thomas jotted her words, “Absolutely, I’ll make sure she doesn’t slip past us.”


    With that said, Josie had no other tasks at hand, so she departed. Just before entering the elevator, a


    thought struck her. “If you’re not here, then who’s with him?“


    Thomas was momentarily taken aback, then promptly replied, “There are a few others in the


    secretary’s office ready to assist.”


    Knowing Thomas didn’t lie, Josie nodded in agreement and directed her steps straight to her car.


    As she opened the car door, she called, “Pop…”


    Her voice trailed off, her realization hitting hard the car was vacant; Paul was nowhere in sight.


    A surge of unease washed over Josie.


    She rushed to the back seat and found a handkerchief belonging to Paul.


    It bore marks of being clenched tightly, evident in the wrinkles and creases etched onto the fabric.


    Her heart kicked into high gear immediately.


    She swiftly scanned the street, asking the passersby, “Excuse me, have you seen an elderly man with


    a cane about this height?”


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    However, none of them had seen him.


    Josie navigated through the bustling crowd, searching repeatedly. After searching for half an hour,


    there was still no sign of Paul anywhere.


    No, this couldn’t be happening. Pop wouldn’t just vanish like this!


    Panic surged, and she phoned Mason Garden, “Has my father returned?”


    The servant’s voice held a surprise, “No, Mrs. Russell.”


    “Please keep an eye out for my father around Mason Garden!”


    Josie hung up abruptly and ran her fingers through her hair, her anxiety escting. The idea of going to


    the police station crossed her mind, but she dreaded the thought of Paul returning and not finding her


    car.


    Immediately, she dialed 110.


    After briefly exining the situation, Josie demanded directly, “I need ess to the nearby surveince


    footage.”


    In less than ten minutes, a police officer arrived on the scene. He stood tall and lean, a middle-aged


    man named Scott Buncho. “Good afternoon, I’m Officer Buncho. How can I assist you?”


    Josie gripped his hand, her back damp with sweat, and said, “My father’s memory tends to falter due to


    a previous botched surgery. Most of the time, he’s unable to think clearly or make logical choices. I’m


    genuinely concerned…”


    Scott patted her shoulder, posed a few concise questions, and quickly guided her to nearby stores to


    present identification and request ess to the surveince footage.


    However, the store owners exined, “The surveince system in this area is down.”


    Scott’s expression shifted, and the store owner added quickly, I’m not lying; it’s not functioning. If you’re


    skeptical, you’re wee toe and see. We notified the maintenancepany a while ago, but no


    one hase to fix it.


    The surveince footage was pitch-ck, confirming its dysfunction.


    The coverage scope around this area was notably inadequate, with only one camera monitoring the


    entire street.


    Josie’s heart sank with each passing moment.


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