Chapter 200 Young Madam Is Missing

"Isn’t she the Wendells' little princess?" Allie curiously looked in the direction where Yvette disappeared. Lindsey turned back and smiled. "Yeah, she’s still a little kid." Allie took Lindsey’s arm and said, “I called you so many times but you didn’t answer. You definitely have something up if you come here all of a sudden. Lindsey, why don’t you talk to me anymore?” She and Lindsey were walking and talking. They looked like best friends. Even though Lindsey thought it strange that Allie would suddenly show up, with Allie’s barrage of questions coupled with her baby brain, she forgot what she wanted to ask Allie. By the time Quentin received news that his people lost Lindsey, it was already at night. The two people lost Lindsey, so they went back to the hotel where Lindsey was staying to wait for her, but they waited until dark and did not see Lindsey appearing at the hotel. The two then panicked and called Quentin to report the situation. "Keep searching! What’s the use of me punishing you now? Finding the Young Madam is most important at the moment...Hurry!" After he hung up, Quentin dared not delay for another second and quickly called Zayn as he arranged for more people to search for Lindsey in Harrisburg. In the living hall of the Guggenheim mansion, Zayn was being berated by the old man. He was asking when Zayn was going to pick Lindsey up when the phone he had casually placed on the table rang. "Hello." Fearing that Zayn would interrupt him, Quentin used his fastest speed to report the situation to Zayn. "Young Madam is missing. Our people followed her halfway and lost her. At that time, there was a young lady next to her who seems to be Wendells' little princess, but she has taken tonight's flight back to Atlantic City." Zayn had his back to the couch when he answered the call. His back suddenly stiffened. The seated old man and Mrs. Wendy who was standing next to him noticed Zayn’s momentary change in breathing. "Send everyone over and move quickly," Zayn said cryptically because of the old man’s presence. This was the second time. The last time his people lost Lindsey, she jumped into the ocean and was not heard from for six whole months. This time, they lost her again. Zayn already knew that Quentin would keep an eye on Lindsey, so he turned a blind eye to it. He was actually worried, but he was just stubborn. It had only been a day, yet they lost her. Zayn did not dare to let the old man know about this, so he pretended that nothing was wrong and finished his meal. He even met the old man's inquiring gaze and faintly explained, "Just some company matters." This meal tasted like wax to Zayn. By the time Zayn drove away from the Guggenheim mansion, Quentin had already got someone to search all the bus stations, train stations, and airports in Harrisburg. "President, we found that the Young Madam bought a ticket to New York City at 8:00 pm. Counting the time, she should’ve arrived by now. "We also checked the airport surveillance and saw a woman with a similar figure to the Young Madam on this flight. She’s wearing the same clothes that Young Madam was wearing earlier in the day." Quentin finished the report in one breath and waited for Zayn's next instruction. "Keep an eye on both sides. Don't let go of any leads." The steering wheel under Zayn’s hands made a random turn, then Zayn suddenly thought of something and asked, "What did you want to tell me last night?" "Oh, last night...umm..." Quentin paused and continued, "I just wanted to report to you that the Young Madam met a few gangsters that were robbing and kidnapping someone. She was passing by and helped out, saving the Wendells' youngest daughter by chance." "Robbing and kidnapping?" Zayn's voice sounded murderous. Quentin hurriedly finished the rest of the sentence, "At that time, our people took care of it. They’re now in a detention center." "Where are their accomplices?" "Boss, they’re just a few punks. How could they have accomplices?" Quentin felt that Zayn was being overly anxious. The word, "kidnapping", agitated Zayn. He accidentally ran a red light. A few pedestrians were crossing the road at that time. Luckily, Zayn’s feet were quick to react. The tires screeched as his car drifted to a stop. Quentin heard the commotion through the phone and was shocked. "President, are you driving?" Zayn did not say anything and hung up the phone. Lindsey’s disappearance brought a layer of gloom over Zayn's head. At that moment, Lindsey, the subject of everyone’s worries, was sleeping soundly in the car on the way back to Atlantic City. "Did you want to do the procedure here? Do you know that Zayn's people have been following you? If they find out, they’ll surely tell Zayn at once." Allie said so much, but this was the only one that got to Lindsey. She could not give birth to this child and did not want Zayn to find out. Lindsey was afraid that Zayn did not want this child, but she was even more afraid that Zayn did. No matter what, she felt sorry for it. Since Lindsey could only feel comfortable when she was asleep, she slept as soon as she got into the car so the child in her womb would also be more comfortable. "Why didn't we take a flight back?" Lindsey remembered asking Allie this question because her nausea was not as bad when she took a plane. "There’s an issue with my ID and it’s just too much of a process. By the time it's done, Zayn’s people would’ve found you." They took an RV, which was also very comfortable, but Lindsey still could not suppress her natural reflexes. As soon as she woke up, her stomach would churn. Before dawn, Lindsey arrived at the Wilford Residence. Allie was well-rested. When she saw Lindsey, who was being helped inside by one of the maids, the corners of her lips curved intriguingly. "I specially hired a nutritionist for your daily meals so you won’t have to suffer so much." Allie sat down behind Lindsey and pointed to one of the people standing in front of her. Lindsey was a bit surprised. She did not expect Allie, who seemed so careless, to have such a meticulous side. "Thank you." Lindsey was not in good spirits and only ate a little. Luckily, she did not throw up this time. Her stomach was full as she laid down on the bed and fell asleep. When Allie saw that Lindsey was asleep, she ordered someone to stand guard at the door before going downstairs to give Liam a call. "Brother, I’ve brought her back." It was noon where Liam was. He was sitting in the sun, but his expression was still gloomy. "How’s the situation?" "We’re arranging for the abortion. I think pregnancy messed with Lindsey's brain. She thought that no one would be able to find her in Harrisburg and didn’t think that Zayn would send someone to follow her. Luckily when we got there, those two people had been left behind for some reason, which saved us a lot of trouble. But sooner or later, Zayn will find out that she’s with us." "Whatever." After hearing Allie’s report, Liam looked much better. "I’m relieved since Lindsey herself doesn’t want this child. Other than that, you can just take care of it. Don't let anyone get the upper hand." Allie hooked her lips into a smile and said, "Don't worry, Brother. Is Sophie getting better?" At the mention of Sophie, Liam's eyes softened slightly. "Yeah, much better. She heard that you’re back in the states and said she wanted to visit you." Unfortunately with Sophie’s current condition, she was not fit to fly. He must cure her at all costs. Even Sophie was not aware of Liam’s resolve.