Quiana Sutton wanted to ask more, but Julian Haworth hung up directly.
She couldn't hold back a low curse: "Damn it!"
Such an inexplicable remark had left her heart in turmoil, unable to calm down.
She immediately called Charles Foote and got straight to the point: "Did something happen to Durrell Landon?"
Charles Foote was silent for a moment. "You already know?"
Quiana Sutton nearly roared: "What the hell is going on?"
Charles furrowed his brow, his voice hoarse: "Zeke Landon disappeared abroad. Durrell took a private jet overnight, but the plane broke apart mid-air. Now, he's missing."
Quiana refused to believe Durrell Landon could just die like that: "Impossible! He won't die."
"We're still investigating. Before the plane broke apart, Durrell sent me some coordinates."
After hearing Charles Foote out, Quiana Sutton went silent as death. For a long time, she couldn't speak, finally squeezing out the words:
"Even if he's dead, I need to see his body."
