Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Elsa had no talent for cultivation. She could only barely protect herself under the care of others, making her the most carefree among them. "I don't care! I'll listen to Tina!" she said lightly.

Tina's smile grew brighter. "It's just some ashes. If you want to smash them, go ahead. Just make sure, Mr. Langdon and Mr. Bailey, that you don't regret it later!"

With that, Tina turned her head and said to Hayden, "Hayden, let's go!"

"What?!"

Victor and Carl stared in shock as Hayden tore off the human-skin mask from his face, revealing a wild, carefree grin. "Got it, Serena!" "Stop him!"

Carl, sharp-eyed, noticed the red ammunition in Hayden's hand. He broke free from Tina's grasp, sprinting forward in an attempt to intervene.

"Victor, are you an idiot?!" Carl shouted as he rushed forward, glancing at the frowning Victor, who seemed lost in thought. "If Miss Reed doesn't care about the peace of her friends' and parents' final rest, why should we? Ashes like these are useless-better to scatter them clean!" "You're right."

A cold glint flashed between Tina's fingers, and a sharp silver needle struck Carl's acupuncture point during his moment of distraction. "Ashes are indeed best scattered clean." "Ah..."

A tearing pain brought Carl to his knees, his legs giving out beneath him.

Still unsatisfied, Tina stomped hard on his shoulder. "Especially for someone like Mr. Langdon-I can't expect much more from you!" "Carl!"

Victor's grip on the urn tightened abruptly.

No matter how much he despised Carl, he couldn't let anything happen to him on his watch.

"Stop!"

The glint of a knife appeared at Carl's throat. The blade cut into his skin, and blood dripped from its silver tip onto the ground.

Victor's eyes widened as he raised the urn higher. "Tina, stop! If you dare hurt Carl, the Langdon family won't let you off!"

Sweat dripped from Carl's forehead, his face contorted in pain as his eyes rolled back. The sweat trickling down his neck stung the wound, tormenting his nerves. Yet he forced himself to stay conscious. "Let them go!" he demanded, his voice filled with rage and bitterness.

His glare, like that of a vengeful ghost at midnight, locked onto Tina.

The woman was unfazed, even smiling faintly at Carl. "Mr. Langdon, you're surprisingly cooperative."

Tina turned her gaze to Carl's bodyguards. "What's the matter? Does your young master's word mean nothing?"

The Langdon family's bodyguards exchanged hesitant glances.

Their master was in the enemy's hands-they didn't dare make a move.

Weapons clattered to the ground, the sound crisp and sharp.

Dragging Carl, Tina slowly walked toward the exit of the warehouse. Behind them, the screech of tires pierced the air. Victor looked up. A man in black clothing lowered the car window, his gaze fixed only on Tina. "Madam, get in." Several SUVs pulled up at the warehouse entrance, but Tina showed no urgency.

She exchanged a look with Hayden, and the two shielded Elsa as they led the group away.

Once everyone was in the cars and the doors were shut, Tina finally removed the knife from Carl's neck. She then drove her knee hard into his lower back. "Get lost, you piece of trash!" "Tina... I'll kill you!"

Carl's furious roar mixed with the sound of roaring engines and the shattering of the urn.novelbin

The rising dust choked everyone, causing them to cough incessantly.

Victor covered his mouth and nose, stepping back as he stared at the white fragments on the ground. His heart pounded violently.

An indescribable discomfort welled up inside him.

It felt as though a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making him tremble uncontrollably, as if he'd fallen into an icy abyss.

Carl clutched his chest as the team doctor removed the silver needle from his acupuncture point. The trembling in his body subsided, and the haze threatening to consume him began to fade. Scowling, he cursed non-stop under his breath.

His bloodshot eyes glanced at Victor, who stood to the side, and his mood sank further. "What are you standing there for?! Hurry up and move! Are you waiting for me to carry you?!"

"Useless! You can't even handle a little girl and let her lead you by the nose!" He seemed to forget how he'd been overpowered by Tina moments ago, continuing to rant and rave. "I don't know how the Bailey family made you its head. Pathetic!"

Victor's chaotic thoughts were abruptly interrupted.

His fists clenched tightly, his dry lips pressed into a hard line.

His cold eyes lingered on Carl for just a moment before his expression shifted.

He didn't respond, silently following Carl out of the warehouse.

With one foot on the solid ground outside, Victor couldn't resist looking back. Why?

Why did he feel an inexplicable sense of unease?

"Master! Something's wrong-the cemetery, the cemetery!"

The moment Victor stepped into the Bailey family estate, a disheveled guard from the family cemetery came running, stumbling and falling into the mud before collapsing at Victor's feet.

His face was a mess of tears and blood, his forehead swollen and bleeding, making him look especially pitiful.

Victor's heart skipped a beat as his unease grew stronger. "What happened?!"

"Your mother's grave-your mother's grave has been dug up!"

"My family!"

Before the guard could finish, his body flew backward.

He hit the ground, twitched twice, and spat out blood before his eyes rolled back and he stopped breathing.

Yet no one paid attention to his fate.

The butler rushed over in a panic, signaling for the servants to carry the guard away. He stopped cautiously ten meters away from Victor, speaking carefully. "Master, we've already sent people to investigate. I believe we'll soon..." "Master! Master, where are you going?!"

Before the butler could finish, Victor shot off like an arrow from a bow.

The car that had brought them back hadn't left yet. He threw open the door and jumped inside. "To the warehouse! Now!" "Master!"

The butler chased after him for a few steps, but the gasoline fumes forced him to stop.

Carl, supported by others, walked over and glanced at the butler, who stood frozen, unsure whether to pursue or retreat.

Carl chuckled maliciously. "I knew it. That little brat Tina didn't care about those ashes at all-turns out they were switched. Heh, Victor, I didn't think you'd be fooled like this!"

Wait!

Carl's expression suddenly froze as if realizing something. "You just said it was one grave?!"

"Yes, just one," the butler replied, shrinking back slightly under Carl's sharp gaze.

Thinking of Carl's status, he didn't dare show any disrespect and stammered, "Ju-just the grave of our master's mother. It was empty when we found it this morning." "Then what was in the other urn?!" Carl demanded.

The butler's eyes glazed over. "Th-this..."

How could he possibly know?!

The Langdon family heir was asking the impossible.