<b>Chapter </b>355
“What’s wrong?” Javier rolled down <b>the </b><b>car </b>window.
Sergio turned back and said, “Mr. Stafford, it seems like Mr. Hamilton<b>…</b>”
Javier looked up at the vehicles across the <b>street</b>.
Jaxson stepped out of the car and walked straight to him, <i>“</i>Where did you take Charlotte?<b>” </b>
He gave a slight smile and said, “Mr. Hamilton, I don’t know what you <b>mean</b>.”
Jaxson leaned against the car window, slightly bending his tall figure, locking eyes with the person inside the car, “The surveince footage showed your people took her away yesterday. She’s my wife. You better hand her over now.”
“Mr. Hamilton was joking,” Javier didn’t avoid his gaze, “I did send my people to pick her up, but that was her request. I only knew she <b>needed </b><b>a </b>ride <b>as </b><b>for </b>where she went, it’s none <b>of </b>
of my
my
business.<b>” </b>
He didn’t change his expression, a hint of coldness seeped from the bottom of his eyes, <b>“</b>Javier, don’t test my patience.<b>” </b>
You warned me, but it <i>was </i>no use. I really didn’t know where she went. Besides, it was her own decision to <b>leave </b>you, not me forcing her to leave.”
Jaxson became more and more quiet.
“Mr. Hamilton, can I go now?” Javier raised an eyebrow.
He stood up without saying a word.
Sergio sat back in the car and drove away.
<b>Jaxson </b>watched as their car drove away, with a look of deep secrecy on his <b>face</b>.
He turned back into the <b>car</b><b>, </b>seemed to remember something, and told Cynthia, “Have someone secretly watch Javier’s movements, <b>at </b>all where Charlotte is.”
Cynthia nodded, “Got it. So where <b>are </b>you heading_now?”
He rubbed his nose bridge, looking gloomy all over,“I’m going to Boston Medical Center, I have something to ask David.”
<b>Jaxson </b>arrived at Boston Medical Center and headed straight to the director’s office.
<b>costs</b><b>, </b>
find
out
David was on the phone with someone when he saw Jaxson at the door. After hanging up the phone, he stood up and <b>greeted </b>him, saying, “Mr. Hamilton, what brings you here<b>?</b><b>” </b>
His <b>eyes </b>scanned the folders, “I remember Charlotte wrote
<b>a </b>
transfer report before, give it to me.”