Mr. Miller’s words made all the workers, including the foreman, nod in agreement.
In the middle of the night, with thunderstorms pouring down, they wouldn’t be willing to leave their warm beds to get drenched at this godforsaken construction site if it weren’t Caleb Lockwood and the orders from the management.
Caleb Lockwood remained silent for a moment, then signaled the bodyguards, who didn’t dare move, to get some rain gear.
Next, he pushed the umbrella in front of him towards Mr. Miller.
"President Lockwood?"
"I’m fine."
Caleb Lockwood, soaked in rain, took a step and walked around the construction site again.
His face was cold as ice, looking no different from usual.
But Caleb Lockwood’s pace was getting faster and faster, even Mr. Miller couldn’t keep up.
He could clearly feel Caleb Lockwood’s inner anxiety and urgency...
And fear.
Mr. Miller was also worried.
By now, Serena Jennings had been missing for nearly a day and a night.
Upon learning of Serena Jennings’s disappearance, Ethan White, Lana Xavier, Peter, and Ian Blackwood either personally or sent numerous personnel to search the places she might have gone.
Currently, the surveillance only captured Serena Jennings leaving the Cultural and Creative Park by car, but the footage after that was damaged by the thunderstorm, requiring time to repair, and there’s no guarantee it can be fully restored.
The only clue is indeed this construction site.
But Mr. Miller’s primary job was to ensure Caleb Lockwood’s safety.
Staying at a construction site during a thunderstorm in the middle of the night is certainly not safe.
"President Lockwood..."
Mr. Miller accompanied Caleb Lockwood to rows of containers.
Beyond this point, it’s a dead end.
Caleb Lockwood was already soaking wet, Mr. Miller felt for him, so he offered his umbrella over Caleb Lockwood’s head even if Caleb didn’t want it.
"President Lockwood, you must head back. Staying like this will get you sick."
Caleb Lockwood also understood that staying here was futile.
Even though all the lights were on at the construction site, visibility was still poor during the heavy rain.
Perhaps...
He should give up.
Serena might really not be here.
He was indeed no more professional than the police.
Rationality told Caleb Lockwood this.
However...
Caleb Lockwood stood unmoving in the rain, standing on the site.
The rain-drenched suit and shirt clung to his freezing body, accelerating the loss of body heat.
If he doesn’t find Serena tonight...
Just the thought of this contingency filled Caleb Lockwood with unease and dread.
"Keep searching."
Caleb Lockwood barely moved his lips, which were turning purple.
"President Lockwood..."
"Keep searching."
Caleb Lockwood repeated the words.
He couldn’t allow himself not to find Serena tonight.
Mr. Miller no longer dissuaded him.
When Caleb Lockwood repeated something twice, it wasn’t just a statement but an absolute command.
As Caleb Lockwood was about to turn around, he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of the container.
His steps paused.
Mr. Miller saw Caleb Lockwood bend down, seemingly trying to pick something up from the puddle in the corner of the container.
He didn’t manage to retrieve it the first time.
Because it was stuck.
Pressed under the container, with only a small part visible.
Caleb Lockwood tried twice, and finally pulled out the exposed part with force.
Mr. Miller drew closer and saw that in Caleb Lockwood’s palm was a heap of plastic beads.
He wiped the rain from his eyes, observed carefully, and thought these plastic beads were broken, as they might’ve formed some shape when intact.
Caleb Lockwood stared at the plastic beads in his palm, his eyes growing wider.

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