Filed To Story: The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)
Valda Theller understood that in the eyes of the police, Camille was an adult, and it had only been half an hour since she disappeared. There was nothing to worry about.
But her anxiety grew stronger and stronger. After all, this matter was too unusual. She had even checked the restroom and the entrance, but she did not see Camille. She had also asked the people around their table, but the people at the next table did not notice Camille and naturally did not know when she left.
The feeling of fear became stronger and stronger.
Valda Theller was full of anxiety. What should she do? Would something happen to Camille? If Camille really had an accident, every minute that passed would increase her danger.
Who else could she turn to for help? Who could help her find
Camille?
Valda Theller tightly held her phone, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her contacts.
Suddenly, the name Brian Hart caught her eye.
confidently.
No matter what she said, the bar manager said he was powerless.
Valda Theller could only call 110, but from the moment she found out that Camille was missing until now, not even half an hour had passed. The police’s suggestion to her was to continue searching, and there was no intention to send anyone to look for her.
Valda Theller understood that in the eyes of the police, Camille was an adult, and it had only been half an hour since she disappeared. There was nothing to worry about.
But her anxiety grew stronger and stronger. After all, this matter was too unusual. She had even checked the restroom and the entrance, but she did not see Camille. She had also asked the people around their table, but the people at the next table did not notice Camille and naturally did not know when she left.
The feeling of fear became stronger and stronger.
Valda Theller was full of anxiety. What should she do? Would something happen to Camille? If Camille really had an accident, every minute that passed would increase her danger.
Who else could she turn to for help? Who could help her find
Camille?
Valda Theller tightly held her phone, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her contacts.
Suddenly, the name Brian Hart caught her eye.
Her body trembled as if she had caught a life-saving straw, and she dialed the number.
If it was Brian Hart, he would definitely have a way, right? If it was
Beep… Beep…
The sound of waiting came from her phone. Every moment of waiting was agonizing for her. Suddenly, the phone was answered, and a familiar voice came from the other end.
“Valda Theller?”
“Yes… it’s me…” Valda Theller sniffled and choked, “Brian Hart, can you help me find Camille? We were together at the bar today, but I went to the restroom… and when I came back, she was gone.”
She spoke intermittently, and all the worries and fears she had accumulated burst out when she heard his voice. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Where are you now?” Brian Hart asked urgently.
“I… I’m still at the bar…” she sobbed.
“What’s the name and location of the bar?” Brian Hart asked again.
After Valda Theller reported the address and name of the bar, Brian Hart asked, “Where are you now?
Where in the bar are you?”
“Brian Hart, will you help me find Camille?” she asked, her voice choked with tears. He was her last hope. “I’m so afraid that something will happen to Camille, so afraid…”
“I will help you find Camille Strickland! Don’t worry! Wait for me!” he said confidently.
After the call ended, Valda Theller stood nervously in place. Brian Hart said he would come, so he would definitely come! As long as he came, Camille could be found!
At this moment, although her heart was still uneasy, she no longer felt as lost as before.
Just then, the manager she had previously spoken to walked up to her, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a suit.
The middle-aged man respectfully said, “You must be Miss Valda Theller.”
“Yes, I am,” Valda Theller replied.
“Hello, I am the manager of the bar. I’m sorry your friend went missing in our bar. We will definitely take responsibility and help you find your friend!” he said, in stark contrast to when Valda Theller had previously spoken to him.
Valda Theller looked at him blankly. “Did Brian Hart contact you?” she asked, thinking that was the only possibility.
“Yes, Mr. Hart and I spoke on the phone. He will be here soon. We are also checking the surveillance footage. Can you tell me the time you and your friend were at table 29, the last time you saw your friend, and the time you discovered she was missing?” the manager asked, starting to ask Valda Theller about the key time points.
Just then, a figure rushed over, and it was Brian Hart.
Valda Theller burst into tears again when she saw Brian Hart. “Okay, don’t cry, don’t cry!” Brian Hart hugged Valda Theller tightly. “I’m here, nothing will happen, we will find Camille
Strickland soon.”
“Okay,” Valda Theller tried to stop crying.
The group went to the surveillance room, where they had already found the relevant time points. Sure enough, after Valda Theller left, a woman came to their table and seemed to be talking to Valda Theller. Although the woman’s face was blurry in the surveillance footage, Valda Theller could roughly determine that she did not know this woman.
While the woman was chatting with Camille Strickland, Camille suddenly looked up and looked towards the stage. At this moment, the woman’s hand reached for the glass in front of Camille Strickland, as if putting something into the glass.
Then, Camille Strickland continued to drink, and soon after, she collapsed on the table. The woman then helped Camille Strickland up and walked out of the bar.
After a while, Valda Theller returned to the table, but Camille
Strickland was nowhere to be soon.
“It was this woman who took Camille!” Valda Theller exclaimed.
Shortly after, the bar’s surveillance footage showed the woman taking Camille Strickland to a car parked outside the bar and driving away.
However, the license plate of the car was clearly visible in the footage.
Brian Hart took out his phone and dialed the number of tMason Swansonty’s traffic department, asking them to check the surveillance along the route to find the car.
Valda Theller waited nervously.
“Don’t worry,” Brian Hart reassured her softly.
“But that woman deliberately knocked out Camille and took her away. It’s obvious that she has bad intentions. Where is she taking Camille? Could it be a kidnapping?” Valda Theller began to speculate about various possibilities in her mind.
“If the other party is really kidnapping for ransom, then no matter how much money it takes, I can pay it.
Valda Theller, I will and was worried that he would refuse when she called him.
But he appeared in front of her without hesitation.
She thought she could rely on herself and not on him, but when something happened, all she could think of was asking him for help!
Valda Theller despised herself in her heart, but at the same time, she was grateful that she had found
Brian Hart. In such a short time, he had uncovered the truth about her friend’s disappearance.
Meanwhile, the others in the surveillance room looked at Brian
Hart in surprise. They couldn’t believe that this legendary figure could be so gentle with an ordinary-
looking woman.
Didn’t they say that Brian Hart was as cold as ice and hadn’t had a woman by his side for many years?
Soon, the transportation department had located the car, which was parked in front of a hotel. Upon learning the name of the hotel, Valda Theller rushed to go there, but Brian Hart stopped her and asked if she knew the exact address. She suggested using Google Maps, but he insisted on taking her there himself. As they rode in his car, Brian Hart made phone calls to direct his subordinates.
Valda Theller listened as Brian Hart calmly arranged everything, giving her a sense of reassurance.
She thanked him for his help, as she had been at a loss after searching for the bar manager and the police when Camille went missing. But Brian Hart had been able to find Camille’s whereabouts step by step.
Brian Hart raised his hand and gently stroked Valda Theller’s red eyes, telling her not to cry. He had been so nervous when he heard her choked-up voice on the phone, afraid that something bad had happened to her. He advised her not to go to bars like that in the future, as they were dangerous, but offered to introduce her to some good ones if she really wanted to go. Valda Theller obediently nodded, having learned her lesson from this experience.
They soon arrived at the hotel, where someone was waiting for them. Brian Hart asked if the police had been called, and the person confirmed that they had. He ordered them to guard all the exits and to bring more people to help search for the missing person Six people followed Brian Hart and Valda Theller into the
Camille walk, asking which room they had gone to. The owner claimed not to understand and said that they had too many guests to remember. Valda Theller became more anxious and asked them to check the registration records for the past half hour. The owner hesitated, clearly trying to stall for time.
Brian Hart gestured to his subordinates, and one of them. immediately pressed the owner’s head against the table. The others checked the computer and the hotel’s written records.
The owner protested, but Brian Hart was not afraid of her threats.
to call the police. They found the room number, 506, and Valda
Theller rushed to the elevator, with Brian Hart following closely behind.
When they reached the fifth floor, Valda Theller knocked on the door of room 506 and called out for
Camille, but there was no response. Brian Hart used a key card to open the door, and Valda Theller rushed in.
The room was pitch black, and she fumbled for the light switch. Suddenly, something seemed to attack her in the darkness.
Following that, there was a muffled groan and the sound of a scuffle.
However, it was a brief moment, lasting no more than ten seconds. Subsequently, the indoor lighting illuminated.
There was a cry of alarm from the bodyguard, “Mr. Hart!”
Valda Theller only saw at this moment that Brian Hart and his men had subdued a man wearing only a bath towel, who was still struggling.
“Valda Theller, are you okay?” Brian Hart stood up and asked with a slight frown.
“I’m fine, what about Camille?” Valda Theller rushed inside and saw her friend lying unconscious on the bed. Fortunately, her clothes were still intact, so the man must not have succeeded.
“Camille, wake up! Wake up!” Valda Theller shouted and shook her friend, but Camille Strickland remained in a drunken stupor, occasionally making incomprehensible noises.
“Take her to the hospital for a check-up. The woman who brought her here earlier, I don’t know what she put in her drink,” Brian Hart said as he walked over.
Valda Theller nodded.
Brian Hart’s two men came over, one of them supporting Camille
Strickland, while the other said to Brian Hart, “Mr. Hart, you were stabbed by that man’s knife just now. You need to go to the hospital to treat the wound. If there is too much bleeding…”
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