novelraw Chapter 933 - 932: Revealed—Where Did Young Master Peary Go?
Chapter 933 - 932: Revealed—Where Did Young Master Peary Go?
Without lingering much longer, after hearing the refusal, Charles Northwood left immediately.Reaching for Nia Mitchell’s phone, Charles Northwood frowned as he checked it; no calls had come through.
With such a major event happening, where on earth is Maxwell Peary?
...
There’s no denying, Charles Northwood has uncovered the truth.
Currently, Maxwell Peary is indeed in a desolate place.
Maxwell Peary furrowed his brows gazing at the sky; right now, he has water and food, but he simply doesn’t know where he is.
All around him, it’s a vast expanse of golden hues.
Even a fool could tell this is a desert.
No doubt, Maxwell Peary, inexplicably cast into this barren desert, has walked a whole night without seeing a soul, not a single patch of green.
Without any means of communication on him, he cannot contact anyone.
Thus, he remains ignorant of the events in Capital Town.
The only solace is the rising sun, giving him some sense of direction—north, south, east, and west.
As he treads through the desert, his face is marked with worry.
Being sent here clearly indicates that whoever did this intends to target Nia Mitchell.
He’s anxious about Nia Mitchell facing harm and urgently wants to leave this place.
But on second thought, in Capital Town there’s Alan Morgan, Annie Davidson, Owen Lewis in the open, and covertly a vigilant Charles Northwood watching over Rabina Mitchell.
Therefore, Rabina Mitchell likely won’t suffer any real harm.
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After Charles Northwood exited the Grand Gate, he immediately drove towards the Northwood Family estate.
After winding through roads for an hour, he arrived at a large mountain. Unlike a villa on a hillside, the Northwood estate is deep within the mountains.
He parked the car in the garage; the rest of the journey had to be on foot.
The Northwood estate lies in a mountain cove nestled within the great mountains.
If you think it’s impoverished, where water and everything else is challenging, and everywhere are dilapidated houses, you’d be mistaken.
The Northwood estate, akin to a local sovereign, enjoys a perpetual spring with flourishing flora and houses built like ancient palaces.
Opulent, formidable, and majestic.
This is the symbol of the Northwood family.
Riding a horizontal elevator, Charles Northwood mused—it had been many years since he’d last come home.
The Northwood Family—
Everyone within the family knew Charles Northwood was about to return, so they awaited him outside.
The eldest of the family, the Northwood patriarch, led them, already over eighty, yet still robust.
Within half an hour, Charles Northwood stepped out of the elevator, seeing everyone gathered there.
"Grandfather."
Without greeting anyone else, Charles Northwood acknowledged only the senior patriarch.
"Yes, yes, it’s good you’re back, good you’re back, come back quickly."
In old age, all one wishes for is family togetherness. With Charles Northwood’s return, it’s a joyous family reunion.
"Mm."
Charles Northwood nodded, glanced briefly at his parents standing aside, and without a word proceeded into the house.
William Northwood shook his head, naturally aware of Charles Northwood’s reasons for returning, his heart somewhat pained.
If not for this, he planned never to come back in this lifetime.
"Grandfather, I’ll need to step out again later."
William Northwood must have explained this to their grandfather already.
Upon hearing this, the old man frowned deeply, visibly displeased.