Chapter 1790 She Is Not Dead
The entire site ceased operations when Ian arrived.
None of the workers had experienced such a terrifying ordeal that they didn’t know what to do and remained frozen in place even after Ian showed up.
“What are you guys still standing there for? Get down there and start looking!”
The young man flew into a rage at the sight.
A ghastly look crossed his handsome face as he prepared to head down himself too.
Suddenly, someone grabbed onto him.
“You can’t go down there, Mr. Ian. I’ve already called the fire department.”
It was Yvonne.
That caused Ian to come to a stop and keep his eyes low, but he couldn’t stop quivering.
The firefighters soon arrived and went down to begin the search immediately.
Meanwhile, Yasmin finally returned to her senses. Despite feeling chills all over her body, she mustered up the courage to walk over slowly, wanting to know what had happened.
Indeed, she had deliberately gotten Susan to come over.
The young woman had been struggling with herself ever since that anonymous character contacted her many days ago. She didn’t want to do this, but ultimately, she did.
As she walked over and noticed how many firemen in yellow uniforms had entered the huge concrete canal but there was still nobody to be found, her face turned white like a sheet.
At that very moment, a worker came this way. “The lady left this on the floor before falling in there, Mr. Ian.”
It was the document Susan had dropped.
As soon as Yasmin saw that, all the color drained from her face, and her body turned ice-cold.
“A data sheet? Why would she have this?”
“I’m surprised too. I thought I saw you give this to Ms. Snow,” Yvonne added.
In a mere matter of seconds, they both turned to Yasmin frostily.
“What did you do?”
This time, Ian didn’t even bother saying the woman’s name first.
Moreover, his voice sounded much grimmer compared to how gently he usually spoke to her. A chill ran down Yasmin’s spine as she saw how differently the young man behaved.
So, this aunt of his matters the most to him?
While initially filled with fright and panic, Yasmin suddenly found herself calming down after being questioned.
“I… I wasn’t sure how to write some of the data, so I asked Susan for help. Then, someone from her site called me to say that materials needed for the renovation haven’t arrived, so I came back.”
“So, you had Susan bring the document here?” Yvonne asked quickly.
Yasmin nodded. “Y-Yes. I didn’t want her to, but she insisted because she didn’t want to trouble us.”
She tried her best to push all the blame on Susan.
In truth, everything she had said seemed legitimate, for she had already come up with the details while laying out this scheme.
Surprisingly, Ian said nothing more.
He merely retracted his gaze, clutched the document tightly, and turned around to focus on the canal below.
Seeing that, Yasmin heaved a sigh of relief.
Susan remained missing two hours later.
Ian’s body began to sway as he heard that.
“Ian!”
“Are you all right, Mr. Ian? Calm down. We’ll find her,” Yvonne assured, hastily holding onto him.
But realistically speaking, if the woman couldn’t be found here, the only other place she could possibly would be at the very end of the canal – inside that huge concrete mixer.
Ian’s mind buzzed as his face paled terrifyingly.
“Ian?”
Yasmin called out to him right after noticing that he was about to head below while staggering.
Yet, as soon as her words fell, the young man turned his head and glared at her viciously.
“You’d better wait right here.”
In that instant, Yasmin dared not move an inch, but she could feel a shiver hit her again.
He definitely doesn’t mean anything good by that. He’s saying he’ll deal with me when he finds her.
Thinking that, fear surged through the young woman once more.
A few minutes later, Ian, who had personally made his way down the hole, arrived at the end of the channel and stared at the fearsome-looking concrete mixer.
