How My Ex Became My Next

Jackson was using the phone to pinpoint the last location where Gilda’s signal vanished.

The signal disappeared about an hour ago within the minefield.

“Keep looking. She must be still at the minefield. Don’t come back if you can’t find her.” Jackson gave the order.

Then he called Patrick.

Patrick and Braydon personally flew people over in a private plane in less than thirty minutes. It was shocking to see so many private planes flying side by side in the air.

Such a scene was unprecedented, even for someone as knowledgeable as Kenny. Gilda’s status took him by surprise as

well.

The people Patrick brought over had undergone formal training and were much more observant than ordinary bodyguards.

They even brought search and rescue dogs.

After getting off the plane, Patrick and Braydon met up with Jackson.

They had the same tacit understanding as to what to do. Then respectively led a team to look for Gilda.

Patrick said, “Braydon, send your men to search for Gilly within a three–mile radius of the minefield.”

“Yes, Patrick.” Braydon then immediately instructed his men.

Unlike Allath, where cameras were everywhere, Gilda was extremely hard to locate in Llandre.

They thoroughly searched the minefield for a three–mile radius and found nothing.

Jackson was going crazy.

“We have searched almost everywhere except the underground,” Kenny nervously told him.

His words filled Jackson with hope again. “Then start searching the tunnels. Make sure to cover every area.”

Kenny stopped him, saying, “Mr. Moore, it is very dangerous underground. It is inaccessible to those without relevant experience. The repercussions would be unfathomable if something goes wrong.”

Patrick said unhesitantly, “We have to go underground even if it is dangerous.”

Braydon uttered, “We have to find Gilly, even if we have to turn the whole minefield upside down today. If not, I don’t mind blowing up Llandre!”

Kenny was stunned.

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Given that no clue had been found within a three–mile radius, Patrick cautiously surmised that Gilda was unlikely to have left the minefield.

Consequently, the most likely scenario was that Gilda was still at the minefield!

In other words, she was most likely underground.

Despite the risks, they had to find her.

After changing into his new attire, Jackson descended into the tunnel, followed by Patrick and Braydon.

There wasn’t much oxygen underground, and the structure of the tunnels was complicated. If one was not careful, they could fall and die.

But the three of them were not afraid at all. They searched for Gilda without leaving out any areas.

There were ten mining tunnels in total.

Their men had searched eight of them, but they found nothing. By now, ten hours had passed since Gilda disappeared.

It was getting dark outside.

Jackson, Patrick, and Braydon came out of the tunnel.

They slumped to the ground, exhausted and gasping for air, their former glory gone.

“Mr. Moore, Mr. Lynch, we have searched eight mining tunnels and failed to find Ms. Lynch. Is it possible that Ms. Lynch is no longer here?” one subordinate asked.

Braydon thought it was possible too. Their men had previously conducted a search that covered the entire Llandre, not just the minefield, but also the vicinity for three and even six miles.

A thorough search had been carried out.