Without further delay, he turned and left without hesitation.
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"Young Master, Second Master, someone delivered a letter."
The night passed.
The entire island had been searched everywhere, but still no one was found.
Suddenly, both of the Saxon Family's future young madams disappeared without a trace.
The room was filled with a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.
Maxwell Saxon, the eldest son, remained as usual, with his characteristic cold and composed expression on his face.
Indeed, this eldest son, who never showed his emotions, was always like this, his expression unchanged by anything that happened.
George thought carefully, recalling that from the first time he met Maxwell Saxon until now, he had never seen Maxwell change his expression over anything.
Even if the sky were to fall, he would still look cold and indifferent.
Such people often have deep thoughts and intrigue, impossible to read or predict their intentions.
