His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 716 A Clue

The leader, distracted by the thought of the five million he believed was already his, let his guard down around Lysander. When she offered to guide them in writing a ransom letter, he agreed without a second thought, "All right, but no tricks. If you step out of line, we'll still follow Ms. Lanister's orders, do her bidding, and take her money!"

No one would ever find money too hot to handle, especially considering that no matter how much they acquired, they had to share it with others.

Lysander's plan wasn't one to be abandoned halfway. Despite the nervousness in her heart, her face was a mask of calm. "With so many of you watching me, how can I possibly play tricks?"

Wild that you know that” 

The leader had just picked up the pen with his left hand when he suddenly paused. 

Lysander noticed that and asked, “Can I start speaking now?” 

“Hold on The leader suddenly started to think. “The police can do handwriting identification, right? If they ultimately determine that I wrote it, wouldn’t I end up in jail anyway?” 

After some thought, Lysander said, “Let me write it myself, then. Besides, they’ll recognize my handwring at a glance.” 

would save them the trouble of having to prove to the Guerra family that she was still alive. 

The leader’s heart leaped with joy. Figuring that Lysander wouldn’t be able to escape on her own, he handed her the pen and paper directly, then stood by and watched her write, ensuring she didn’t sneak in any clues 

In reality, such worries were entirely unnecessary, as Lysander couldn’t see outside no matter how hard she tried. Her gaze was constantly fixed on the four walls around her. Not to mention figuring out her exact location, she wasn’t even sure if she was still in Harborbrook. 

The only hope she had was pinned on this letter. 

She swiftly penned down the letter and handed it over to the leader. 

The leader gave it a once–over, confirmed there were no issues, neatly folded it, and handed it to his underling 

The errand runner was the same man as before, and with familiarity bred from repeated encounters, he left to deliver the ransom letter. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Two hours later, Olivia returned with the results of the analysis on the substance found on the button. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Josiah took the report handed over by Olivia and furrowed his brows. “Machine oil?” 

“Yes. We’ve checked. It’s indeed machine oil, and there are some metal fragments mixed in. They likely originate from a metal processing factory or perhaps a scrap yard.” 

ceping 

“Keep investigating. Even if we can’t pinpoint an exact location, we need to narrow down the range as much as possible” 

“Understood.” 

Olivia wasted no time in taking care of this matter. 

Meanwhile, a doctor who had been summoned by Olivia earlier handed Josiah a glass of water. After accepting it, Josiah drained the glass in one gulp. 

The family doctor gently suggested to him, “Mr. Guerra, the sedative will take effect shortly. It can, to a certain extent, counteract the effects of other drugs in your system. However, your external injuries are quite severe. The bandaging is only a temporary solution to stop the bleeding. It would be best if you went to the hospital to get stitches.” 

The wound in the palm of his hand was quite deep, appearing particularly gruesome. Despite being wrapped in several layers of gauze, it was still seeping blood, severely limiting his movements. 

Taking a deep breath, Josiah asked, “Do you know how to stitch?” 

The family doctor paused for a moment before responding, “Of course.” 

Josiah nodded. “That’s good. Please tend to my wounds quickly.” 

“Huh?” The family doctor couldn’t help but question his own hearing. “Mr. Guerra, I only brought a simple medical kit with me. I can’t administer anesthesia.” 

The thought of threading a needle through flesh without even using an anesthetic was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine. 

Josiah himself was utterly nonchalant about it. “I know, but it doesn’t matter as long as I can get stitched up. I have important matters to attend to. I can’t afford to waste time in the hospital.” 

The family doctor had no choice but to grit his teeth and carry on. 

Once the wound was stitched up, Josiah was drenched in cold sweat from head to toe, his clothes clinging to his body. 

Olivia returned, handing over the newly received ransom letter. “Mr. Guerra, Mrs. Guerra should be safe for now.” 

With a slight tremble in his fingertips, Josiah took the letter. At a glance, he recognized Lysander’s handwriting. He then read the letter carefully. 

It read: Don’t hand over the money this time. Instead, find a way to buy us some time. Claim that the amount is too large and we need time to gather the money. Then, arrange for a vehicle. I’ll head over to the abandoned industrial zone in the east. 

“In the east?” Olivia had found dozens of warehouses, each in different directions. He hadn’t expected Josiah to directly determine the search direction. 

“Time is of the essence. I’ll explain everything when I get back, Have someone from the secretarial department stay at the company and prioritize finding the children. Their safety is paramount.” With that, Josiah carefully tucked the letter into his pocket. 

They had been married for, three years, and he and Lysander had missed out on much. Regardless of their willingness, many things had already become habits, deeply ingrained into their very marrow. 

For instance, his understanding of Lysander’s handwriting and writing habits. 

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Lysander, having read numerous literature reviews and written countless medical papers herself, was well- versed in conventional writing. However, the punctuation in this ransom letter was exceptionally chaotic. The word “cast“, indicating the location of the ransom drop, was jarringly followed by an excessive amount of punctuation marks. 

Josiah instinctively felt that this was a clue she had left behind. 

Ever since he disappeared, Olivia had personally led a team to search for Tiffany’s whereabouts. Although they hadn’t made much progress, this was the only lead they had. As a result, most of the manpower had been dispatched there. Even though some had returned, their efforts were like a drop in the bucket. 

Josiah didn’t wait for them. He immediately arranged for everyone who could make it to help search in the industrial zone. 

“Mr. Guerra, the target area is vast. Perhaps you should wait in the car first,” the bodyguard suggested, noticing his pale complexion. Since his appearance, he hadn’t taken a moment to rest, and the bodyguard was genuinely concerned about his health at this crucial moment. 

“I’m fine.” Josiah was too worried about Lysander’s safety to dare let his guard down for even a moment. “We have no knowledge about the kidnappers. Moving together with such a large group can potentially alert them. From this point on, we need to split up. The moment anyone found something, they are to contact me immediately.” 

After he had given his orders, he immediately set off for the factory building ahead. 

The clues passed on by Lysander were extremely limited, merely providing a vague direction. He figured that any place using oil must undoubtedly have machinery. After he surveyed numerous abandoned factories, his gaze fortuitously fell upon a warehouse. 

This industrial zone had once thrived. The reason business owners moved away was because they found better locations. As a result, taking the old machinery with them was deemed uneconomical. They preferred to find a place where they could store it for free. 

Places where machine oil was needed weren’t just limited to the workshop but also included the warehouse where the machinery was stored. 

Josiah shifted his focus, beginning to meticulously inspect each warehouse. Even those that were locked weren’t a barrier for him. He managed to pry them open using tools like pliers and crowbars that he found nearby. 

Over on the other side, the lookout stationed at the warehouse rooftop was in a state of panic as he rushed over to the gang leader. “Boss, we’ve got trouble. Someone’s coming!”