NovelTrueChapter 440 Nowhere to Be Found Jean froze for a moment, then quickly followed after Winston.
He was walking so fast, she had to half-jog to keep up.
As she trailed behind him, her brows began to furrow.
Winston and Dalton had been close once, right? So why didn't he know where Dalton's family lived? Did that mean Winston only knew about this one house? He didn't know anything else? Were they just superficial friends? Or... was Dalton's background simply that mysterious? +8 Pearle Jean narrowed her eyes slightly, as if something had just occurred to her. Her expression darkened.
By then, Winston had already reached the villa gate.
Jean stopped speculating and hurried after him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe housekeeper answered the door once more, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "You two cback?" "Where is Dalton now?" Winston asked bluntly, wasting no time.
His voice was cool and even, but the urgency in his tone bled through all the same.
"Could you givethe address? I'd like to visit him myself.” His gaze burned into the woman, his stance unwavering-he wouldn't leave without an answer.
"This..." The housekeeper hesitated, licking her lips, clearly uneasy.
Jean frowned in confusion.
Don't tellDalton's haddress is classified too? Seriously? "It's not that I don't want to tell you," the woman said at last, visibly struggling, "it's just that—" "I don't know." Jean blinked, stunned. Even Winston didn't look surprised at that.
"I only look after Mr. Dalton while he's staying here," the housekeeper explained early. "I don't know where his real his. He never told me, and I've never been there." Jean finally exhaled and let herself calm down.
So this house was where Dalton usually stayed, but it wasn't his real home-it was just another one of his properties.
Figures. Guy's probably a loaded mystery rich kid. No one even knows where his actual family lives...
Every word of that internal monologue transmitted loud and clear into Winston's mind.
10:44 Tue, 10 Jun Tue, 10 Chapter 440 Nowhere to Be Found He lowered his eyes.
Of course he'd already thought of all that.
He just never cared to ask before. Never felt the need to investigate.
And now? Now he wanted to find him, but he had nowhere to start.
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The housekeeper glanced at Winston, watching the way his head dipped low and his expression dimmed. and her heart softened. "I may not know where Mr. Dalton is," she said gently, "but I do have the number of the house's head butler." Winston's head snapped up at once.
Jean's eyes lit up too.
There was still a chance! "Then please-would you mind calling him for me?" Winston's voice rang with unwavering resolve.
The housekeeper nodded and led them back into the foyer.
She fetched her phone, dialed a number, and placed the call right in front of them.
The line connected quickly.
"Sir, it's me," she said calmly. "How is Mr. Dalton doing? There are twom young people here, close friends of his-they're very worried and wanted to check on him..." She paused to listen, the line on her forehead softening as the voice on the other end spoke.
"You're saying his condition has stabilized?” Her eyes brightened with relief, and she glanced at Winston and Jean as if to pass the good news along. Send Gifts 1.3K to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
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