Chapter 880:


    Joanna knocked on the door and hurried into the office.


    “Sean, can you try to reach Norah? I haven’t been able to contact her sincest night. I asked her friend at Concord Hospital, and she said Norah headed back to Glophiast night.” Joanna’s voice trembled with anxiety as she hurried through her exnation.


    Though Sean and Norah had been at odds recently, Joanna knew Sean would step in if Norah was ever in trouble. Their disagreements wouldn’t affect their bond when it came to supporting each other through tough times.


    Sean abruptly opened his eyes, his expression cold.


    “Tell me everything in detail.”


    Phillip quickly dialed a number, sensing that Sean would need to go to Silverdale.


    Joanna looked visibly distressed. “If I had answered Norah’s callst night, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.”


    She regretted not answering Norah’s call. Had she done so, she might have known where Norah was and wouldn’t be feeling so anxious.


    “Phillip, book the next avable flight to Silverdale. Also, I need to find out Norah’s exact location.”


    Sean picked up the suit jacket hanging on the chair, put it on, and straightened his cor.


    “Contact everyone you know in Silverdale. We must find Norah.”


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    After hearing Joanna’s plea, Sean tried calling Norah several times. Perhaps his number was still blocked, preventing him from getting through.


    He maintained a calm facade, hiding his concern from Joanna.


    “Sean, let me apany you. I’m worried about Norah too.” Joanna quickly followed him. Norah was very important to her, and waiting idly in Glophia wasn’t an option.


    Phillip joined them and said, “I’ve arranged for a private ne. We’ll fly to Silverdale.”


    Alice, having heard the news, awaited them on the tarmac.


    “If Norah’s in trouble, I want to help.”


    Sean didn’t object to Alice joining; all he wanted now was to head to Silverdale without any further dys.


    Phillip’s intel from Silverdale lit up his phone screen.


    “Mr. Scott, the hotel receptionist reported that Miss Wilson checked out in the afternoon and then drove off in the car she won in thest racing match. ording to the surveince footage T sent, the car wasst seen on Silverdale’s expressway in the evening, then it vanished into thin air.”


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