For someone who had weathered many storms, he had expected himself to be unmoved by this, but right now, he was fretful.

Up until daybreak, Shirley’s whereabouts still eluded him.

Carter then decided to search for her himself. However, as he got up, someone abruptly pushed the study room door open.

Through the entrance came Camille.

Carter found this unexpected. “Why are you in Glendale as well?”

Camille did not answer Carter, but asked, “Are you looking for Shirley?”

Carter paused briefly when he heard that, then calmly admitted it. “I am.”

“Why are you still looking for her?” Camille’s expression turned extremely sour in an instant. “You should have seen through this kind of woman a long time ago.”

This kind of woman.

The corners of Carter’s eyebrows seemed to furrow slightly at Camille’s description of Shirley.

“Carter, don’t tell me that you’re still concerned for this woman. If you recall what she’d done back then, you shouldn’t still have feelings for her.”

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