Chapter 647

Chapter 647:

Stephen thought the person who came to his mind would be Wendy.

After all, she was the only woman in his rotten life.

Whether driven by love or hate, her memory should have been etched in his heart.

However, it was Janice who occupied his thoughts now.

The room was gradually being engulfed by smoke as the heat escalated. Stephen found himself coughing relentlessly.

He hesitated to breathe deeply, knowing that inhaling the smoke could be fatal.

But even if he managed to extend his life, what value would it hold? His existence had deteriorated, tainted with the odor of defeat. Maybe the fire was a harsh grace, intended to erase his decaying life.

Still, there lingered a faint resistance within him.

He was determined to delve deeper into Janice’s true motives for approaching him.

He certainly was not someone who could be called a fool.

Though Janice had talked extensively before, she had never unveiled the truth.

What could be the true motive behind her actions?

Once again, Stephen coughed. His coughs were growing weaker.

His vision began to blur. His consciousness was slowly slipping away. “Is this the end for me?” he murmured, letting out a soft chuckle with his gaze distant, as around this hour was when that woman typically made her calls to him.

Now, without his phone by his side, her inability to reach him would surely drive her mad.

Yet, none of that seemed to matter any longer.

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: gⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗼𝗺

His life was slowly slipping away.

Death would cut every tie, ending his connection with that woman completely.

As soon as Leonidas ended the call, Janice called Prescott, requesting that he determine Leonidas’ location.

Previously, Prescott had succeeded in tracking Leonidas, but now all he could retrieve was a false location.

It became evident that Leonidas was aware of the surveillance and had deliberately misled them about his whereabouts.

This deception made it nearly impossible to trace Stephen through Leonidas.

“Okay, I see.” Upon hanging up, Aiden turned to Janice and said, “Braylen just reported they located the van used to take Stephen. However, the kidnapper was clever enough to switch vehicles in a zone without surveillance, losing our trail. Therefore, this lead has also stopped.”

Concern creased Janice’s forehead, her anxiety visibly deepening. Aiden saw her like this for the first time. In just a short span, Janice had furrowed her brow more than she ever had before.

“Janice, even though these leads have gone cold, there’s another avenue we might explore.”

“Are you suggesting Alissa?”

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