Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart
Chapter 1216 - Chapter 1216 Chapter 1216 Enna Clark Kidnapped

Chapter 1216: Chapter 1216: Enna Clark Kidnapped? Chapter 1216: Chapter 1216: Enna Clark Kidnapped? Lyle Westbrook turned off the Bluetooth headset on his ear, removed it, and placed it on the desk. Then he turned around and asked the anxiously entangled man, “What happened?”

This person was the spy he had sent to secretly protect Enna Clark. His sudden, hurried return–could it be that something happened to Enna?

Lyle Westbrook’s heart suddenly clenched.

The indifference on his handsome face was replaced by focused attention in an instant.

“Young Master Lyle, Ms. Clark is in trouble,” the man in black lowered his head and said, “As usual, I was following Ms. Clark. Right at the intersection of Roman Road and Checker Road, Ms. Clark’s car passed through the traffic light before mine. While I was waiting for the red light, suddenly two cars came out from the opposite corner. One of them directly hit Ms. Clark’s car, causing her vehicle to crash into the green belt. A few people got off another van and took Ms. Clark away. By the time I caught up, they had already disappeared.”

“What did you say, Enna was kidnapped?!” Lyle Westbrook’s face dramatically changed as he stood up.

He was always the nonchalant type, seemingly indifferent and careless about everything. His subordinates had followed him for over two years, yet this was the first time they had seen him react so strongly and lose control.

The man in black broke into a cold sweat on his forehead, and his back was drenched with it. He didn’t dare meet his boss’s eyes and, bending at a 90-degree angle, he loudly said, “I’m sorry, Young Master Lyle! It’s my fault for not handling the situation well!”

“I don’t want to hear apologies!” Lyle Westbrook’s voice was cold as if it was freezing. Even without raising his voice, it exerted a strong pressure.

The man in black broke into an even more frantic cold sweat. Having followed his master for so long, he knew what kind of person Young Master Lyle was.

As long as you didn’t make mistakes, Young Master Lyle was easy to get along with, and he would hardly have additional demands on them. But once a mistake was made, Young Master Lyle became a completely different person; the more indifferent he seemed at first, the more severe his measures of punishment!

So even though he seemed easy-going on the surface, no one dared to make him angry.

The man in black’s forehead was covered with cold sweat, nearly fainting. He mustered his strength to stand his ground, “I’m sorry, Young Master Lyle…”

“You just watched as she was taken away?” Lyle Westbrook’s gaze turned cold as he looked at the man as if he was looking at a dead person.

Beads of sweat poured from the man in black’s forehead. Just when Lyle Westbrook seemed to have lost all hope in him, the man finally produced something, “Though I failed to catch them, I took a photo of the van’s license plate number.”

Lyle Westbrook quickly grabbed the cellphone from his hand. Indeed, a blurry photo captured the back of two vans, one of which had a visible license plate number.

His rose-colored lips pressed into a straight line, his peach blossom eyes unfathomable, he handed the phone to another person with a simple command, “Go check.”

The other person had already felt the heavy suppressive atmosphere and hurriedly took the cellphone, not daring to utter another word, and started to investigate.

Lyle Westbrook’s temples throbbed, and his heart clenched in bursts. He had just recovered from an injury, and his pale complexion was even paler now due to the emotional turmoil, his fair skin becoming even whiter. He curled his left hand into a fist and pressed it to his thin lips, starting to cough violently.

The subordinate who had botched his duties quickly poured him a glass of water and put it on the desk, “Young Master Lyle, please don’t be anxious. Have a drink of water first.”