"Ever since the day you left, I've almost received a text message like this every day. The sender never contacts me by telephone, only keeps sending photos. Sometimes, I don't even look at them, I just delete them directly."
"..." Harrison Yale looked at her increasingly pale face and pulled her into his embrace.
"If you're scared, don't talk about it. I'll have someone investigate these things. I don't believe we can't find even the slightest clue."
"There really are no clues." Emma Aiden gently shook her head.
She realized that the sender kept repeatedly sending her photos, knowing that things were not simple behind the scenes, so she told Collins Aiden about the text messages.
But there was no information left behind by any of the phone numbers sending her photos, and the numbers sending photos every day were different.
