"We checked, but there are currently no updates on her whereabouts. If there were, the airport would have held her."
"Thanks."
After thanking, Ronald Loman floored the throttle. In less than two minutes, he arrived at the designated location, parked the car, and got out to scan the surrounding area.
The time of day had completely turned dark, and under the various lights, pedestrians hurried along. Ronald Loman, frowning, searched through the crowd for a long time, but saw no sign of her, becoming increasingly agitated.
"No sign, could there be a mistake."
"According to the mobile phone locator, the phone is around 200 meters east of you."
Right away, Ronald Loman began rushing eastward, quickly surveying the surrounding area, searching for her shadow.
From faraway, he vaguely saw a familiar figure. The similar hairstyle, the similar physique, made Ronald Loman's breathing grow heavier. He immediately caught up and grabbed the woman's wrist, "Annie!"
"Ah—! Who are you!"
