<h4>Chapter 508: This Person Is Suspicious</h4>


    "Is heing?"


    The howling sea breeze tousled E’s hair as she shivered. After so many years, she suddenly realized just how cold winter could be.


    The salty tang of the sea wafted through the air. By the damp seaside, some of Charlie’s servants were fishing. The robust menughed and chatted as they worked, exuding a sense of happiness.


    E clenched her fists tightly, her eyes fixed on the helicopter descending lower and lower, preparing tond on the small nearby airstrip.


    The space for helicopters didn’t need to be extensive, and this spot was more than adequate.


    The helicopter came to a stop, and three men stepped out. Leading the group was Mason!


    E’s spirits surged. She needed to stay sharp—this man held answers she had to uncover. This time, she would give her all to go head-to-head with him.


    Meanwhile, at Mason’s residence:


    "What’s going on? Where’s Mr. Scott? Why isn’t he here?" Be demanded loudly, pacing the living room as she directed her anger at the housekeeper.


    The housekeeper, a woman in her fifties with a face weathered by time, responded coldly, "Miss Rodriguez, what are you making a fuss about? The young master isn’t my son. How would I know where he is?"


    Be’s chest heaved with frustration. "You... Didn’t you say he was sick? That he had a contagious illness and couldn’t see anyone? Then why did I identally walk in today and find no one there?"


    The housekeeper chuckled indifferently. "I have no idea. The young master doesn’t report his whereabouts to a mere servant like me."


    ring daggers at the housekeeper, Be turned and hurried upstairs.


    Her heart raced with panic. She had a sinking feeling that Mason had gone to see E. She had also received word that E had left home alone, seeking her son.


    If E ended up in Mason’s hands, and something happened between them... then Be’s chances of winning Mason over would be gone forever!


    Be entered Mason’s room and began pacing frantically. "What do I do? What do I do? I’m already carrying his child, and... Mason, you bastard!"


    Copsing onto the edge of the bed, Be buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down as regret consumed her. How could she have fallen for a man like Mason?


    She knew he was despicable, heartless, and cold. Yet she couldn’t resist his devilish charm, that mischievous grin.


    This blind love had cost her youth. After all these years by Mason’s side, she’d gained nothing but her parents’ profound disappointment.


    "No... I can’t lose him like this! But I don’t even know where E is. How can I help Eric find her?"


    Be’s heart was a tangled web of conflict, questions, and fear.


    If Eric sessfully reunited with his son and E, Mason would have no chance to interfere.


    Even if Mason fell from grace, it would be better than him ending up with E. In fact, his downfall would give her a chance to win him over!


    Be’s gaze darted around the room. This was Mason’s room, and although she’d been staying here for months, she’d never paid much attention to it.


    If only she could find some clue about E.


    Her eyesnded on Mason’sptop. Excited, she rushed to lock the door and opened the device.


    Surprisingly, Mason had left without taking hisptop. While Be didn’t expect to find any tant clues, even a small lead would be worthwhile.


    Theptop required a password.


    Frowning, Be hesitated, unsure where to start. Then, an idea struck her. She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Eric’s number.


    "What’s E’s birthday?" she asked urgently.


    On the other end, Eric paused. "What are you trying to do?"


    "I have Mason’sptop. It requires a password to log in. Maybe I can find something useful for you."


    Be’s words didn’t surprise Eric much. He quickly provided E’s birthday to Be.


    Two minutester, Be called back. "No, it’s not working. The password is incorrect. Your wife is his obsession. Are there any other significant numbers tied to her?"


    Eric’s heart sank. If Be could uncover any clues, it would be immensely helpful.


    "Let me think... Maybe the day they first met."


    Eric thought back, remembering the first time Mason visited thepany, introduced by a foreign friend.


    He gave Be a number, and she quickly tried it. "Yes! That’s the one. Hold on, I’ll see what I can find."


    Be hung up.


    The background on Mason’sptop screen was a full-body photo of E.


    Be suppressed a wave of jealousy and anger. The more Mason loved E, the more determined Be became to stop him from having her.


    She opened the folders, searching file by file.


    Despitebing through the entireptop, Be found nothing useful. After all, Mason wasn’t foolish enough to store anything crucial on such a device.


    Eric called again. After hearing the update, he was a little disappointed but paused briefly. "We suspect my wife and son were taken to a secluded ind. Only a ce like that would be hidden enough. There’s no signal, and even if they had a phone, they couldn’t call for help. Check for any suspicious photos in there. If you find any, send them to me right away."


    Be responded with a quick "Okay," and opened Mason’s photo album. "There are a lot of photos of beaches and inds."


    Eric felt a flicker of hope. "Send them to me immediately."


    "Got it."


    "Thank you for this," Eric said suddenly.


    Be was taken aback, her eyes stinging with unexpected emotion. For a moment, her feelings wereplicated. If she had loved Eric back then instead of Mason, maybe she wouldn’t be in this predicament now.


    Perhaps all of this was fate.


    "You don’t need to thank me. I just don’t want the father of my child to have a messy rtionship with another woman." Be ended the call.


    It was hard to believe that two people who once despised each other could cooperate like this.


    Eric had always disliked Be first, and Be, after falling for Mason, had grown disdainful of Eric.


    "This must be destiny... But E’s luck is incredible. Why... why couldn’t I be her?" Be thought bitterly as she started sending Mason’s suspicious photos to Eric one by one.


    Among the photos, several stood out. They showed Mason on an ind posing with an older man whose sharp gaze and eerie smile were unsettling. In the background, three people in whiteb coats stood beside a sign with three words: "Research Ind."


    Be didn’t overthink it and sent all the photos to Eric.


    After receiving the pictures, Eric opened them and examined them with John and the others.


    "Isn’t that Mason’s distant uncle, Isaac? I’ve heard he’s a scientist with some achievements in gics and cell research," John pointed out, referring to the old man in the photo.


    Eric’s eyes locked on the words "Research Ind."


    He nodded. "Indeed. I got word an hour ago that Isaac left Country W a long time ago. Since then, very few people have known his whereabouts. Maybe... he’s been working on something sinister on this Research Ind."


    "Boss, this man seems highly suspicious."