Charles Northwood sat over there, looking at Nia Mitchell's phone in his hand.
Flipping through the call records, since last night, Maxwell Peary hadn't made a single call.
He instantly frowned because he saw that before she called him for help, she actually called Maxwell Peary first.
At that time, she listened to the busy tone for a long time, always waiting for Maxwell to pick up the phone.
During that process, was she feeling extremely helpless, extremely scared?
However, Maxwell didn't answer the call.
She...
was probably very scared, very sad.
Thinking of her situation at that time, Charles Northwood punched the car fiercely.
The joints on the back of his hand instantly went numb, and over there, he was filled with fury.
Unable to resist dialing Maxwell's number, but still, no one answered.
Damn it!
Charles Northwood wished he could find Maxwell right then and give him a good beating.
At this moment, his phone rang. It was William Northwood's.
