Babel Novel
Chapter 72
Chapter 72
Chapter 72 The Crisis of Finding Someone
He has to take action against Jacob, that rebellious brat too!
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And he discovered all these messy things about Abigail. If Abigail was dealing with someone else, it would be fine, but she is targeting Freya, and she wants to put Freya in a life–threatening situation.
Could it be that what Freya said years ago when she begged him was true?
Freya claims that she didn’t push Abigail, but that Abigail intentionally fell to frame her?
If…
No! He needs to find that woman and get some clear answers.
“Go to Freya’s rental house!” Nathaniel finally made up his mind about where to go, with a touch of determination and ruthlessness.
Koen was taken aback for a moment, then quickly turned the car towards the dilapidated slums in the south of the city, where the neighborhood was a mix of fishy characters.
Because the residential area there was quite run–down, some of the houses had their exterior walls peeling off, like a mottled black–and–white painting, monotonous and dangerous.
Beneath the monotonous colors, many things were hidden.
Koen soon parked the car at the entrance of the neighborhood. It was approaching evening, the liveliest and most vibrant time in the neighborhood.
Nathaniel, dressed in a sharp designer suit, with an outstanding appearance and demeanor, 1 confidently along the crumbling cement path, undoubtedly drawing attention.
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People around also realized that Nathaniel was not to be trifled with due to his dominant and powerful. presence. They whispered among themselves./
“Who’s this?”
“Don’t you recognize him?”
“This is Mr. Morgan from Technologent Group, he’s been on TV, a big shot.”
“Why would a big shot like him come to our place?”
“I don’t know!”
Nathaniel strode into the building/climbed the stairs, and arrived outside Freya’s door. Throughout the journey, he had been brisk and decisive, but as he reached the end, he suddenly felt a sense of fear. He was worried that Koen might notice his fear, so he told Koen to stay away and stand aside.
Nathaniel was about to raise his hand to knock on the door when he suddenly sensed something was
wrong.
His top–quality leather shoes were now soaking in a puddle of water, furrowing his brows deeply.
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Chapter 72 The Crisis of Finding Someone
water was seeping through the door crack, drop by drop.
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Because it was an old house, the security door was also old–fashioned, without a keypad lock, but the type that required twisting a key. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.
Therefore, the door crack wasn’t perfectly sealed. Nathaniel hurriedly leaned on the flimsy iron door and listened carefully. Suddenly, his face changed drastically.
He knocked on the door forcefully, but all he heard was the faint sound of water, with no response from
anyone.
*Freya! Open the door!” Nathaniel grew anxious.
Koen also sensed that something was amiss and hurried over. He saw Nathaniel about to kick the door and quickly pulled him aside.
This wasn’t a wooden door that could be kicked open with one foot. Although Koen knew Nathaniel was a highly skilled black belt, it didn’t mean he could tear metal or kick through reinforced steel.
Koen took out his gun and fired a shot in the direction of the lock. This startled the neighbors around, but they didn’t think much of it; they thought it was a gas explosion.
Koen kicked the door twice and managed to open it from the outside.
Nathaniel rushed in with a single stride. It turned out that Freya had left the water tap running in the kitchen while washing vegetables. Due to Peyton’s disappearance, she panicked and forgot to turn
off the tap, and she rushed out with her bag.
Koen quickly closed the tap, but the entire floor was flooded with water.
Nathaniel felt that something was very wrong. Freya was always careful; she would never make such a careless mistake. Moreover, Freya’s ID card was scattered on the floor. She must have been in a hurry and dropped such an important item without even realizing it.
Peyton was also not there, and the house was in disarray, not like someone who had tidied up before leaving on a trip.
Koen also grew anxious and quickly dialed Peyton’s phone number. The last time they were at the hospital, they exchanged phone numbers and had occasional calls and messages on Telegram.
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