Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 59: Up to the Ant Hole

Though finding the truth doesn't change anything, Jeremy hasn't contacted Robbin.

Now the search is expanded to the places Jeremy used to visit. From pub to sports.

Three days passed since watching over Jeremy's residence, all sorts of research had been applied. Credible sources have been unearthed, but they have not achieved the expected results.

"Isn't it weird that Jeremy hasn't called us until this second?" Remember Robbin, panic every second.

The new berry came and brought a meat sandwich, spreading a savory aroma to every corner of the room. "Eat?"

Robbin waved her hands into the air affirming rejection, she often left her stomach empty all day. Mostly drink mineral water to moisturize the throat.

"I know it's hard for you, Rob, but there's no point in torturing yourself. If your condition drops it's hard to find Clay," Berry said.

"Repentance for my carelessness." Robbin looked gloomy, the circumference under his eyes being proof that he was not resting properly. Even with cheekbones and jaws look prominent because of lack of food intake.

"It never came to mind that something like this happened to Clay, given the events before this. He barely—" Can't, continued Robbin rubbed his face roughly and pulled his hair back.

"What are you talking about? Clay's gonna be okay. He's somewhere safe." Entertain Berry, though his own heart is uncertain. "Could Jeremy take her overseas?"

"You're right, how it didn't happen to me." Robbin immediately pulled out a cell phone, contacting an old acquaintance who served on one of the flights. "Hello, man, did Darel contact you .. yes, the problem of my wife's disappearance .. It's possible that Jeremy brought Clay out of London. eem, so yes ... please don't stop searching —if you need help finding it all the way to the ant hole."

"They've checked the whole airport, but there's no record of Jeremy," Robbin said as soon as the call was over, coinciding with the international number on his phone.

Robbin's inner eye was wide open reading a row of numbers on the screen. Clay's parents called. "Hello, Sir. Albert's." Albert." He scratched his head when his in-law asked his wife.

"Clay, he's there." Robbin moved from his seat. "We're fine, Clay's being—"

Created a pause for five seconds. "Of course he's with me right now. Eem, want to talk, huh?"

Robbin's face began to stiffen, she was confused as to what to say. Slowly her eyes became red, tears flowing past both cheeks. A little raucous, she said, "Yes, we must have gone home, but not now. Before Christmas, I'll take Claymira to Indonesia."

It seemed Clay's parents couldn't believe Robbin's statements, the middle-aged man scolded him with various urges for him to come home quickly. Mr. Albert wanted to talk about something very important and could not be discussed over the phone.

Dead-end, Robbin rubbed a rough face with one hand. "What do you say!" His speech intonation began to rise. "Don't touch my family, Mr. Albert, or you'll regret it!"

Robbin looked riled up, he kept moving restlessly in the room. "Okay, I'm going home!"

Maybe because it's wrong said Robbin got a reprimand. "OK errata, me and Clay are back soon, you're satisfied!"

"Armrghhh!!!" As soon as the call ended Robbin slammed the phone carelessly. "We have to move fast, Clay has to meet today. His parents asked us to come home. Dan—"

Life was gone, Robbin was silent for a long time. "Sir Albert threatened my family's safety."

"It's complicated. Tell you what, you're still home without Clay—"

"Where can it be?" sambar Robbins.

"Is there another way? Ah, use Jeremy's grandmother as collateral to get her out." Berry moved from the fridge to the refrigerator. Take a soft drink to yourself. "You don't have much choice, I admit this is a crazy idea. Or—" Slightly unwell, she fell silent.

"Tell me," said Robbin.

Berry took a deep breath. "I don't mean to be cornered, but telling Clay's parents the truth is much better."

"I'll consider." Robbin leads to the bathroom weakly.

Robbin looked at himself through the mirror, chaotic. Not just a messy mind, appearances can better prove that.

"My chances are running low" Robbin murmured as she washed her face. "Electing innocent people is not my habit either."