Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk

Chapter 506: They’ve Found Her

At the same time, Spencer Ford received a text message from an unknown number.

"Someone left the scene via the side path, don’t worry about the others."

He guessed it was someone from Jenson Sinclair’s side tipping him off.

However, he was unwilling to just walk away, the five million was still unseen, wouldn’t all his previous efforts be wasted?

After a long deliberation, Spencer cast his eyes on Nora Northwood, approaching maliciously, "I’ve lost everything because of you, it’s not too much to take something from you, is it?"

Before he finished speaking, he began tearing off the jewelry from Nora’s neck, earrings, watches, jade bracelets... nothing escaped. Anything that looked valuable was snatched by him.

"Give me the jade bracelet, you can have the rest."

This bracelet was a wedding gift from Grandma Sinclair, passed down only to the Sinclair Family.

For Nora Northwood, it held special significance.

But Spencer cared nothing for that, he stuffed everything he grabbed into his pockets and slipped away through a small door when the time seemed right.

It was more of a dog hole than a small door.

He was extremely familiar with the route here, almost out of the construction site unnoticed.

...

The construction site was vast, and carpet-searching it might take ages before they could find the victim!

Technical personnel rushed in, Jasper Sinclair even coordinated with an international hacker organization.

Everyone was trying different approaches to restore the original monitoring footage, keyboard clacking sounded nonstop, several pairs of eyes glued to the screens, fearing to miss any crucial footage.

Amidst all the nerve-wracking tension, the lead operator exclaimed, "Found Mrs. Sinclair!"

As if an ancient curse, both Jasper Sinclair and Vincent Morgan immediately turned to look.

In the footage, Nora Northwood was tied to a dilapidated wooden chair, her hairband loosened and slipped off her shoulder, she seemed completely exhausted, her face devoid of color.

Without any footing, her legs hung in the air, trembling, even a gust of wind seemed capable of toppling her.

Jasper Sinclair’s heart wrenched, prompting immediate location of the current position.

He joined the SWAT team, which was split into two groups, one negotiating inside, and the other forming a formation outside.

Silently, more than a dozen people approached the small bungalow, their footsteps softened by the night wind.

The door was locked.

The leading SWAT member gestured in the air, signaling his colleague behind to find a way to unlock it.

Subsequently, two people swapped their positions.

A common lock found on the market, it was unlocked with a click within half a minute.

Jasper Sinclair exhaled deeply, entering with the SWAT team as they pushed open the door.

A stifling mildew smell greeted them, making everyone frown; it was clear no living person had been here in ages, possibly full of rats.

Imagining a girl being confined in such harsh conditions was unfathomable, if the rescue team hadn’t arrived in time, who knows how she would spend the night.

Inside, Nora Northwood was struggling to keep her eyes open.

Seeing the newcomers, she stared unblinkingly, fearing it was an illusion.

"Nora."

The once-proud prince had lost all formality, his shirt now stained and wrinkled, and he rushed desperately toward the one in the center of the room.