Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire

Chapter 1766 He Will Come Back Alive

Sasha sent her a photo of a luggage bag with Vinson's and Arielle's ID photos beside it. Upon seeing the photo, Susanne's hand could not stop trembling.

She could not stop her hands from shaking as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. Subsequently, she immediately looked for Sasha's number and called her. She had to muster up all her courage to ask this short question, "S-Sasha, any news about them?"

Upon hearing Susanne's broken voice, even Sasha, who was usually indifferent, couldn't help but feel sad. She suppressed her emotions and responded with bloodshot eyes, "We haven't found them yet, Mrs. Nightshire."

Susanne tried to console herself. No news is good news. "Sasha, continue with the search operation. Let me know if you need more money. I'll get Rayson to make the necessary arrangements," Susanne said after steeling herself.

Sasha nodded. "All right, Mrs. Nightshire. I'll call Rayson if I need help." After ending the call, Sasha started looking for the couple again. Meanwhile, Susanne packed her things and made a trip to Nightshire Group.

The moment she stepped into the company, more than ten journalists caught up with her with cameras and asked her questions incessantly, “Hi, Mrs. Nightshire. Now that the company's share price had dipped, and Mr. Nightshire is still missing, would you allow someone capable to take over the chairman's position?"

Another journalist asked, "Another week has passed, yet, there's still no news about Mr. Nightshire. In your opinion, what are the chances of him surviving the tragedy?"

"Mrs. Nightshire, who will become the next chairman of Nightshire Group if Mr. Nightshire is declared dead? Do you have any candidate in mind?" Another question emerged from the crowd. "Mrs. Nightshire..."

"Mrs. Nightshire..."

While bombarding Susanne with hurtful questions, the journalists kept on snapping her photos.

"Get out of the way!" Rayson immediately came to Susanne's rescue after seeing what the journalists were doing to her.

Susanne knew this would happen. She kept herself composed, not allowing those burning questions to get the better of her. I'll continue to safeguard the company while awaiting Vinson's and Arielle's return. "Please ask them to quiet down. I'll answer a few questions," Susanne whispered into Rayson's ear.

She knew she had to address the matter to appease the journalists and shut their mouths.

"Are you sure you can do this, Mrs. Nightshire?" Rayson was worried. Susanne gently patted his hand and shook her head. "It's fine. I can handle this. I can't collapse before they return." Rayson's heart wrenched when she made the remark.

He then helped Susanne up the stairs. When the journalists were about to walk up the stairs, he instructed the security guards to stop them from advancing.

He then glared at the journalists, asking them to remain silent. "Feel free to ask Mrs. Nightshire any questions, but she'll decide what to answer."

The journalists were overjoyed. They had gathered at Nightshire Group today merely to try their luck since Susanne refused to speak to the media in the last couple of days.

"Mrs. Nightshire, if Mr. Nightshire isn't around anymore, which candidate do you think is qualified to take over the chairman's position?" A young male journalist started the session with a sharp question.

"At first, I didn't want to entertain your question, but since all of you are eager to know my thought on this, I'll tell you what I think." Susanne took a sidelong glance at all the journalists before responding with a stern voice, "There are no ifs. Vinson is not dead, and he'll return alive. So I don't have any candidate in mind."

"We don't want bad things to happen to Mr. Nightshire either, but we have yet to receive any news about him for a week now. What are the odds of him surviving the ordeal? Have you not thought of a succession plan at all?"