Chapter 735 – Highlight Chapter from His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 735 is a standout chapter in His Destructive, Toxic Love by Ethan Prescott, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.
Casper lowered his gaze, focusing intently on the weather forecast displayed on his tablet. The stretch of road Eliza was driving through was flagged as hazardous, with the relentless rain increasing the chances of landslides and rockslides. Casper's heart started to race with worry.
He tried calling Eliza several more times, but each attempt was met with silence. Dillon, who was familiar with the area shown on the tablet, knew it was famed for its raw, untouched beauty. This untouched nature was both stunning and dangerous, a fitting parallel to Crystal Clear’s latest collection theme.
“Mr. Casper, do you think Eliza might have headed into the mountains?” Dillon wondered aloud. “Isn’t that one of the spots Gabe’s company set up?”
Dillon was aware of the collaboration between Gabe’s company and Crystal Clear. But with three venues for Crystal Clear’s launch event, he wasn’t certain if that mountain location was one of Gabe’s.
“Right now, that doesn’t matter. It's pouring there, and I’m really worried about her safety,” Casper said, his eyes clouded with worry and confusion. His unease was like a wave, growing stronger with each passing moment. “I can’t reach anyone, and I’m in the dark about what’s happening.”
“Mr. Casper, if you’re really concerned, I’ll head out there and take a look,” Dillon offered.
Casper nodded, grateful for Dillon’s initiative. “Yes, please do. You check things out, and I’ll keep trying to get through. Let’s stay connected.”
“Got it, Mr. Casper.”
Wasting no time, Dillon left the office and drove towards the area. Falconridge was already under a deluge. The heavy rain mirrored the turmoil in Casper’s heart, casting a veil of anxiety over the city. His repeated calls to Eliza remained unanswered, the futile waiting gnawing at him like the cold rain seeping into his soul.
Twenty minutes after Dillon left, Casper called for his driver and set off for the destination himself. In the car, his eyes rarely left the tablet as he kept refreshing the weather updates.
“Lee, tune into the local radio station. I need the latest on the weather and traffic,” Casper instructed, his voice heavy with worry.
The driver quickly complied. “On it, Mr. Casper.”
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