Charles stared blankly at the blood streaks on the ground and the scorched car, and his mind went completely blank in an instant.
If Sophia was the victim of this car accident…
“Mr. Harris, don’t get upset yet. Didn’t Ms. Yates say that Ms. White had no money with her? She might not be the one who got into this accident,” the driver suggested softly.
Charles tightened his fists and stumbled his way to the police officers.
“Mr. Harris, is something the matter?” One of the police officers immediately recognized Charles.
With great difficulty, Charles forced himself to open his mouth and asked, “Who… is the victim? How is the victim now?”
“The victim suffered extreme burns all over the body and the chances of surviving that is very low. The fire has disfigured the victim’s face and we couldn’t find anything that could help identify her. Well, there is a possibility that her personal belongings had been burnt to ashes in the fire.
“At the moment, we only have our victim’s DNA so if anyone is reported missing, we can match the missing person’s DNA with this victim,” the police officer said.
Charles’ right arm that was rested beside his body trembled slightly as he tapped his thigh several times. “Is it a man or… a woman?”
No, it could not be Sophia!
Grandmother and that mysterious bigshot would not have gone to such lengths to harm her! This must be a coincidence…
However, no matter how he consoled himself, there was still a sense of uneasiness he could not get rid of.
The police officer froze for a moment before he realized that Charles had just asked him whether the victim was a man or a woman. “It’s a woman but besides that, we don’t know much about the victim. The victim has been sent to First Hospital so Mr. Harris if you have any more inquiries, I suggest you drop by the hospital to have a look for yourself.”
The police officer excused himself that he still had things to do. Then, he turned to his colleague and said, “It’s a pity that there aren’t any surveillance cameras nearby or we could just check the surveillance footage. The car has no license plate and there was a bomb that set off in the car, this is plain murder!”
“We still have to figure out who the victim is, then at least we’ll be able to have a pool of suspects…”
Charles could not hear what the police officers were mumbling about behind him, nor was he in the mood to listen. He clenched his fists and walked back to his car, not even remembering that his driver was with him. He got into the driver’s seat and started the car, stepping on the accelerator as hard as he could.
The scenery outside the car window flew past him so quickly that they were almost blurry, but he still thought that the car was going too slow.
A bomb, premeditated murder, no identification documents… Everything seemed to point to Sophia.
She did not have her purse so none of her identification documents were with her and she was lost in this area. On top of that, someone was indeed trying to harm her…
At the thought of Sophia being confined in the car with no way of crying for help, just listening to the bomb ticking hopelessly, Charles felt as if someone had grabbed his heart. His heart ached and his chest suffocated as he could not breathe.
Beep——
Beep——
Beep——
His phone suddenly began buzzing violently on the front passenger’s seat.
It was Sterling calling.
Charles freed one hand to pick up the phone, and as his finger trembled, he quickly answered the phone and asked, “Have you found Sophia? Where are you now?”
Although he knew that there was very little hope, he could not help but still cling on to that last glimmer of hope and prayed that Sophia was not the car accident victim.
“We still can’t find Soph!” Sterling replied impatiently, “Charles, didn’t you hire a team of bodyguards to protect Soph? Call them and ask them where Soph is!”
The bodyguards… Even after knowing that those bodyguards were working for someone else, he still agreed to Sophia’s terms to keep them by her side just so they could bait the bigger fish…
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