Harold couldn''t imagine what would happen if Ste had really died in the fire.


    The tracking chip in Ste''s ring had apparently been damaged by the intense heat. The technical team could only disy itsst known location; the dynamic tracking function was still being repaired.


    The most terrifying thing was that there was a charred body at thatst location.


    The fire in this area had been immense, burning everything beyond recognition. Even the charred corpse was impossible to identify by any physical features.


    Harold had wanted to have his men take the body away for identification, but seeing Joshua''s state, he didn''t dare suggest it.


    Just then, one of his subordinates came to report. "Ms. Cameron''s dynamic tracking has been repaired."


    Hearing this, the tension on Joshua''s face finally eased, and the rity gradually returned to his dark eyes.


    "Bring me theptop," Harold ordered.


    A momentter, a man brought theptop over. However, the location on the screen was still showing the same vicinity.


    Harold''s heart sank.


    A light rain was falling, and the air was cool, the breeze carrying a distinct chill. Following the tracker, Joshua arrived at a pile of ash.


    The scene here was even more gruesome than thest. The body was burned beyond recognition.


    Jake spotted a ckened, phone-shaped object. He picked it up and handed it to a subordinate, murmuring, "Get this checked. See if any data can be recovered."


    The man took the object and hurried away.


    Just then, Jake noticed Joshua''s gaze fixated on the charred body''s middle finger. On it was a misshapen lump of melted metal.


    Joshua knelt down. From the metal that vaguely resembled a ring, he extracted a melted chip.


    Jake nced at the location on theptop, and his face went white. Panic and unease were written all over his features, but what overshadowed then was a deep, profound fear.


    Joshua''s eyes were unfocused, his mind a chaotic storm of voices that echoed in his eats, seemingly


    mecking thing A torrent of shame


    piercing sounds washed over him like a tidal wave, threatening to snap thest taut string of his sanity.


    The air around them seemed to drop below freezing.


    Jake and Harold had witnessed scenes far bloodier and more terrifying than this, but


    their expressions had never been as grim or as panicked as they were now.


    Jake couldn''t help but say, "We still need to take this body back for a thorough examination. It might not be Ms. Cameron."


    Joshua''s gaze seemed lost. Hearing Jake''s words, a flicker of confusion crossed his dark eyes. "Right, take it back for examination first..."


    Jake felt a lump form in his throat. At this moment, Joshua wasn''t the master strategist who could handle any crisis withposure. He w Was just an ordinary man who had fost


    the love of his life.


    "Mr. Gardner," Jake said, "will you stay here and keep searching, or will you go back and wait for news?"


    Joshua''s reaction was slow, but he still answered, "I''ll keep looking for her."


    "Alright," Jake said. "Then we''ll take... we''ll take the body back for testing."


    Joshua''s handsome face, pale and almost translucent, was a mask of suppressed agony. He repeated, as if asking a question, "A body... for testing?"


    A chill went down Jake''s spine. "Mr. Gardner, have you forgotten? We found a body that might be Ms. Cameron''s..."


    Joshua''s dark eyes suddenly deepened, and his tone became chillingly grim. "That''s not her!"