Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 892

Chapter 892:

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“Yes, Kaiden accidentally revealed the secret. But Susanna seems significantly better after her emotional release.”

“Happy to hear she’s doing better. I met Sean in Silverdale; he still hasn’t found any traces of Norah.”

Joanna’s face betrayed her disappointment. She frequently visited to inquire about the progress but felt powerless. All she knew was that despite extensive searching, there was no trace of Norah.

The police ceased their search a week after the accident and instructed Sean to return to Glophia for Norah’s memorial service. The odds of surviving such a precipitous fall were less than one percent.

Nevertheless, Sean and Marlin remained resolute. They expanded the search team and personally joined the efforts. Each member was assigned a specific area, meticulously searching for Norah.

“Today, I noticed another group searching for Norah, dispatched by the military.”

Secrecy was paramount in military operations. Bryson had observed them from a distance without engaging.

It was a group of seven, all clad in military attire, exuding a formidable presence. With solemn expressions, they swiftly navigated through the forest.

“The military? I haven’t received any updates about Kason lately. Kaiden frequently visited the hospital, yet Kason remained absent from any events in Glophia.”

“He’s busy. Come on, let me show you something.”

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Bryson handed his phone to Joanna. “Watch this video clip.” It seemed to have been filmed at the Glamour Club. Recognizing the familiar corridor, Joanna hesitated to play the video.

After mentally preparing herself, she pressed play.

The sounds of men and women filled the air. As the scene shifted, Madeline, Nancy, and Joanna appeared on screen. While passing by a group of young men, Madeline lost her footing and fell down the stairs.

The video clearly showed Joanna helping Nancy maintain her balance without touching Madeline.

“I tracked down everyone in the surveillance footage from that night. Someone recorded the entire incident.”

Bryson didn’t reveal the extensive effort he had invested in finding them. His sole desire was to see his sister smile again. Joanna covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Her memories of that night had been blurry. After seeing the video clip, she was now filled with courage.

“Thank you, Bryson.”

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