The driver heard Nolan's muffled groan and glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Mr. Barton, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." The suffocating feeling in his chest quickly dissipated, and Nolan's face soon returned to normal. He pushed up his glasses with his hand. "Have you found Anna?"
"No, there are no records of her buying tickets at the high-speed rail station or the airport." The driver replied, then added his own guess, "Mr. Barton, I think Anna is afraid that you will settle accounts with her later, so she secretly ran away by boat."
The driver's guess seemed reasonable, but Nolan frowned, feeling that something wasn't quite right. Over the past few years, he had left many dirty tasks for Anna to handle.
Anna was clever and couldn't have left any way out for herself. Knowing
