the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart

Chapter 1225: Throwing Myself Into a Doomed Relationship

Griffith Squire opened the hidden compartment in the carriage, saw guns and ammunition, his eyes darkened, and then vaguely heard movements from Cornelius Turner, gestured for people to come forward and check, then turned and walked toward the vehicle where Cornelius was located.

The man saw Cornelius being bitten on the hand by a little girl, a face of grievance, and coldly shouted: "A Turner, what are you dawdling for? Have you found the person?"

"No, boss, this little girl is too fierce."

Cornelius gritted his teeth as he was bitten, lifted the eleven or twelve-year-old girl to the side, and coldly scolded: "Keep biting, and I’ll eat you."

The man was tall and mighty, muscular, fierce as a beast.

The little girl was scared, her eyes widened, and then she pouted silently, looking around with her big eyes, seeing the bad guys who abducted them were all dead, these people all had guns, and some in camouflage uniforms, seeming indeed not to be bad guys.

Griffith Squire saw from the corner of his eye the red silk thread in her hand, his gaze deepened, he grabbed it, saw it was Aurora Coldwell’s little jade rabbit, suddenly stiffened all over, asked: "Where is the sister who gave you the jade rabbit?"

The little girl said nothing.

Griffith Squire didn’t have time to think further, with a cold face, he got all the women and children off the carriage, found the dying girl inside, picked her up, and angrily shouted as he got off the vehicle: "Where’s the military doctor."

The military doctor rushed from the rear, didn’t even catch his breath before several burly men brought him to Griffith Squire.

The military doctor saw the unconscious Aurora Coldwell, was shocked, stuttered: "It’s bad, immediate rescue is needed."

"Quickly save her, get the helicopter over here." Griffith Squire angrily wanted to kill, shouted.

The military doctor hurriedly performed emergency rescue on the unconscious girl, administered an antibiotic, and fed saline, stabilizing her condition for now.

Once the helicopter arrived, Griffith Squire carried Aurora Coldwell onto the helicopter, heading straight for Brocade City.

Cornelius Turner stayed behind for aftermath handling.

"Drive away the supply truck, load the bodies onto the vehicle, keep the live ones for interrogation. Heading home." Cornelius Turner breathed a sigh of relief, but the border lockdown remained temporarily in place.

Reportedly, the Southwest Military Zone received orders from above to clear the border, cracking down on various illegal activities, allowing them to return home, though Southwest Military Zone personnel likely won’t be able to return home this month.

"Brother Turner, those women and children refuse to board the vehicle, thinking we’re deceiving them, selling them again."

Cornelius Turner slapped the subordinate’s head, seeing the small girl hiding among the crowd, looking at him fearfully, felt a throbbing pain in his tiger’s mouth, said: "How clueless you are, can’t console people, not bandit criminals."

"Go, disobedient ones, intimidate them to board, it’s getting dark, don’t dawdle." Cornelius Turner said, "Let the returning helicopter pave the way for us, go home."

After delivering supplies and criminals to the nearest military district and handing the women and children directly to the military for identity verification and return, Cornelius Turner then led his men back to Brocade City to meet Griffith Squire.

The big border commotion quickly reached Imperial City.

"Swift and decisive, rescued over twenty women and children, intercepted the supplies in five vehicles, all smuggled relics, drugs, guns, and ammunition, captured four batches of criminals, with helicopters probing from the military, Griffith Squire’s men are extremely efficient, almost zero casualties." Shuai reported the day’s achievements, also somewhat tongue-tied, indeed elite among elites in the Golden Triangle for years.

Though most of Griffith Squire’s subordinates were incorporated into the local government’s regular army, he kept the best ones with him. Given Griffith Squire’s accumulated wealth and resources over these years, maintaining a troop was more than enough.

When Richard Shaw heard the report, it was already night. As the man didn’t sleep early, he kept waiting for the border report.

"Any issues with the person?" The man faintly asked, his tall figure reflected on the tea room’s glass door, profile stern and quiet.

"Miss Coldwell is still in the hospital for emergency, with accompanying military doctors, they’ve saved her, but reportedly hasn’t regained consciousness yet." Shuai said softly, "Griffith Squire’s elite is so formidable, gathered in Brocade City, hence Brocade City may soon be his possession, both the Southwest Military Zone and local bureau have some concerns."

Richard Shaw’s tea-colored eyes were indifferent, he stood up, rubbing the Buddha beads on his wrist, looking at the deep night outside, faintly said, "In recent years, due to frequently collaborating with the military district as an international arms dealer, Griffith Squire bears great risks; our military district must protect his safety, let it be."

The man seems naturally a gambler, undertaking extremely perilous endeavors, whether navigating Golden Triangle, working as an international arms dealer, or serving the country as a multiple spy, every step Griffith Squire took was beyond people’s expectations.

Yet Richard Shaw knows that Griffith Squire closely interacting with the government was just mutually holding each other’s dirt, increasing bargaining chips, all to overturn the case for the Cox Family.

As they spoke, Casimir Shaw in pajamas came down the stairs, poking his little head, unhappily said: "Uncle Shuai, why are you still not home, old Shaw wants to sleep."

Richard Shaw’s recent sleep quality was poor, ever since the old lady learned he often stayed up all night, worried inside, she called the little great-grandson.

Casimir Shaw was thus entrusted with the duty to watch old Shaw sleep, every day at 10 o’clock he would come to urge him, an attitude of "you won’t sleep, I won’t either."

Shuai was rendered speechless by the little boy, quickly stood up laughing: "I’m heading home, you take the young master to sleep."

Richard Shaw sighed, lowly, and got pulled away by Casimir Shaw.

The little boy, pulling old Shaw’s hand, earnestly said, "I just got off the phone with mommy, she said kids who stay up late aren’t good kids, old Shaw, you’re not a good kid."

"I have a recording, old Shaw, do you want to hear mommy’s voice?" Casimir Shaw shook old Shaw’s hand, blinking his black eyes ingratiatingly said.

The man’s steps were slow, his breathing also light, these days, learning Leah was with Hawk Howard, he once thought maybe he should let go, let her have her own happiness, but that thought flashed by, pressed into the deep abyss, he couldn’t sincerely bless her, nor resist any news about her.

He was like a teenager in an adolescent infatuation, wholeheartedly invested in a destined futile affection.

"Hmm." The man lowly responded.