My Supermodel Wife

As he spoke, Chris stared at the three people on the ground, his eyes fixed on their builder uniforms. "How did you get the uniform?" 

The man who had been kicked earlier answered stupidly, "After leaving the cafe, we followed the route given by the other party and got this uniform at the designated public restroom."

Chris turned and returned the phone to Clifford. He paced, then left a sentence. "Check their clothing line too and give me all the details tomorrow morning."

His bodyguard immediately responded behind him. This sort of thing would be easier to check.

Chris then took Clifford back to the car, the two sat in the back. Neither of them spoke for a while.

As the men were loaded into another car by the bodyguards, Clifford turned to look at Chris. "Young master, of the 21 people, I'm afraid only one is actually the real perpetrator."

Chris pushed his cheek with the tip of his tongue and snorted coldly. "Their methods are absolutely detailed, they cannot be underestimated! When will the rest of the information be found?"

Clifford replied. "Supposedly soon, the Hartanto family's bodyguards are very well connected with the locals, and I heard that nearly fifty people were dispatched to look for clues. If there are no problems, I believe that they should be able to find them before noon tomorrow!"

At this point, Clifford is not lying.

He has been with Jean for many years, even if the Widjaya family wants to track certain people, they may not be able to send so many at once.

But this time, the amount sent by the Hartanto family is sufficient and their performance is also impressive.

Moreover, this incident was not the same as digging up someone's information.

Even if the Widjaya family had an extensive network of relationships, it would still be difficult to trace so many people all at once.

And the other party's arrangements were very misleading. Some were in the periphery of the city, some others in the city's center, and it seemed that they wanted to spread their resources.

It is conceivable that if these 21 people were tracked one by one, all of their hands would definitely be busy!

At this time, Chris pinched his brows and leaned back in his chair with a feeling of anxiety.

'Merry… I hope you are well!'

Suddenly, a cell phone vibrated, interrupting the quietness in the car.

Clifford pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, looked at the caller ID, and immediately picked it up. "Young master Jean."

"…"

"They haven't moved."

"…"

"Yes, I understand!" 

The call came from Jean.

Clifford hung up and immediately looked at Chris. "Young master Jean received news that Emma's son Jade arrived in Jakarta by private jet at 3 pm this afternoon!"

Chris immediately opened his eyes that were as deep as the sea. "Where are they now?"

"Soekarno-Hatta International Airport!" After speaking, Clifford took the phone to read the message above, and added just in time, "Right now, they are still on the plane from the United States. The plane uses an emergency medical clearance and a private flight."

Chris looked ahead grimly, a smirk appeared from the corner of his lips. "Go to the airport as fast as you can!"

Emma is indeed smart, she secretly sent Jade to Jakarta and used a private plane with the excuse of medical urgency.

This type of flight would absolutely not arouse anyone's suspicion.

At this time, it also confirmed Chris' suspicion that the little girl's disappearance must be related to Emma.

...

That night, Chris took the Hartanto family bodyguards all the way to the airport, and also threw the three men outside the police station on the street.

At the same time, a private jet that took off from Surabaya Airport also slowly rose into the night sky.

The little girl was kidnapped, how could this man be silent then?!

...

At 09.30 pm, Chris, Clifford and the others arrived at Soekarno-Hatta International Airport.

At the entrance of the hangar, they saw Glen who was waiting in front of him so they got out of the car.

Chris stepped forward, following his shoulders and glancing. "When did you arrive?"

Glen raised his eyebrows and looked at him with his sleeves raised. "Not that long. Jean already told me what had happened, and after knowing you were coming, I didn't leave."

Chris thanked him with one hand in his trouser pocket, looked at the plane, and whispered, "I can guarantee that once I find Merry, I won't do anything to Jade. Even though he's your brother, you can't stop me in this trouble."

Glen and Jade were cousins, and Chris' intention to come to the airport was anything but a simple visit.

Even if Emma did not personally participate in the kidnapping, Chris did not believe that she was innocent at all.

The little girl was kidnapped in the bright daylight, and Glen came to Jakarta in the afternoon.

There is no such thing as a coincidence!

At this moment, Glen and Chris were standing side by side. Hearing what he said, the man couldn't help but frown, "You think too much, I'm not here to stop you. After Jean finished talking to me, I sent someone to investigate my family."

"They reported that a number of medical teams followed Jade to come here. Your guess seems right, she did all these preparations to give Jade a kidney transplant. The people they brought were a professional medical team from a well-known hospital in Parma." 

Glen's tone was deep and bitter as he spoke.

From a family point of view, he didn't mind a kidney transplant for Jade, because he was a member of the family.

But his aunt shouldn't be so selfish and use extreme means to kidnap that little girl.

Moreover, the little girl was her own daughter.

Merry's situation is sensitive to talk about. Moreover, Jean Widjaya already treats her like a sister.

The Sylvester family's relationship with the Widjaya family previously was very good, but because of his aunt's selfishness, all of this could be ruined.

Glen sighed softly, looking at Chris' stern face. "Let's go and see, their plane should be on the side of the runway."

After the words fell, Chris lifted the corners of his lips grimly. He then turned to his father's bodyguard behind him and said, "Spread the message that I'm at the airport and about to enter one of the planes in the hangar." 

These bodyguards immediately understood Chris' intentions. After nodding, he picked up the phone and started to make arrangements.

...

Half an hour later, when Samuel and Emma were in the hotel sitting in the living room without a word, there was a knock on the door.

Samuel fiddled with his short hair and stood up.

And the phone Emma had placed on the sofa suddenly vibrated twice.

She glanced at Samuel who was walking towards the door, and quickly looked at the message on the phone. Her expression suddenly changed.

Emma stood breathless, her nonchalant expression had long gone.

At this time, the door was opened, Samuel looked at his family bodyguard outside the corridor and asked with a sullen face, "Is there any news?"

The bodyguard shook his head with a serious face. "Unfortunately, not sir. I came to deliver a message from young master Chris. He said that he was at Soekarno-Hatta airport to welcome his friend named Glen and would not be coming home tonight." 

Hearing this, Samuel anxiously waved his hand. "Ah, okay!"

"But…" The bodyguard's gaze seemed to be darting to the living room. "Young master Chris asked you to prepare a check for him. He saw a plane carrying a medical team at the airport. He was worried that Miss Merry would get hurt. So… he's planning to buy one!"

Samuel was confused. "What…?"