Chapter 22

The phone on the bed kept ringing with a constant stream of notifications—photos and location updates sent by netizens. With such a flood of information, Jonathan could hardly distinguish what was useful and what wasn’t. Too many opportunistic people, drawn by the reward, had joined the search. Even with hired help to sift through the leads, it was an overwhelming amount of work. At this moment, he regretted his decision. But what else could he do? Apart from relying on the collective power of netizens and the few hints Anna occasionally revealed, he had almost no way to trace her whereabouts. Sitting on the bed, Jonathan felt on the verge of despair. Just then, a few assistants sent over some new photos. “Mr. Jonathan, someone reported that Anna was seen in front of York Minster in England. We’ve already sent people to investigate. You should get there as soon as possible.” Upon receiving this news, Jonathan felt a renewed surge of hope. Whether the lead was true or false, h