But there was one thing that was bugging Agnes.
Nocturne's watch had a built-in tracker, no matter where Nocturne went, Agnes could track his location on her cell phone.
But when that incident happened, Agnes started to use the tracker.
At first, she could still locate Nocturne.
But after a while, Nocturne's location suddenly disappeared.
The last spot he was traced to was near a villa area filled with top-notch moguls. All the residents there were the world's top rich folks, each of them equipped with tracking and information shielding systems.
So Agnes wasn't too surprised.
She figured that whoever took Nocturne away today must be someone with serious clout and cash.
But this actually made Agnes feel a bit relieved, at least there wouldn't be any child trafficking going on.
Sure enough, 18 hours later, Nocturne reached out to her.
By then, pretty much everyone was by Agnes's side.
Hearing Nocturne's calm voice, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Agnes thought to herself.
Whoever it was, she needed to thank them properly.
Standing next to Nocturne was a tall guy.
At that time, he had his back to Agnes.
Agnes couldn't see his face.
But she could roughly guess that he was from the same country as them.
Agnes was about to get out of the car.
Just as her fingers brushed the car door, she saw the man next to Nocturne turn around.
In that instant, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, torn in half, her mind a complete blank.
Agnes froze, unable to react at all.
Four years.
In an instant, she couldn't tell whether the past was real or the present.
The past was like a giant whirlpool, pulling her back in once again.
And just like that, the man re-entered her life…
Agnes had no idea how long she had been sitting in the car.
Luckily, from her position, they couldn't see her.
Her cell phone rang again, it was Nocturne.
Agnes froze for a second, her voice trembling, "Nocturne, something urgent came up, so I can't pick you up, I'll have Nate get you tomorrow."
Nocturne's voice was steady, "Mom, did something happen?"
Agnes didn't know how to respond, her mind completely blank.
In retrospect, she could have asked a colleague to help pick him up, considering her workplace was quite close to Epochal Square.
But at that moment, Agnes was really rattled.
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