Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 608 He Doesn’t Want to Let Go...

She left resolutely, only hoping that he wouldn’t look for her...

Just thinking about it, Malcom Moore felt unbearable pain, and how could he bear to, how could he have the heart to bring her back to those unbearable memories again...

But what can he do?

He just doesn’t want to let go, even if he dies, he doesn’t want to let go!

In this half-year life temporarily letting her go, he lived so miserably, worse than death.

He didn’t dare to imagine a life letting her go completely!

Malcom Moore gave a bitter smile, his dark, painful eyes felt even more painful and lonely in the dark solitary night.

Ha, what’s wrong with him?

Malcom Moore, decisive in both offense and retreat, when has he ever become so conflicted, unsure of how to decide and compromise?

...

As dawn gradually broke, the earth was faintly obscure, like shrouded in a pale gray veil.

A man dressed in black, with a stern face, stood the whole night downstairs at the apartment.

At this moment, his eyes as dark as ink glanced at the first rising sun on the eastern horizon, and he entered the car with the dew on him.

The streamlined sports car sped away, and not long after, carried the man back to the hotel.

Stephen Foster stood at Malcom Moore’s door and was just about to knock when he saw the frosty Malcom Moore, who had obviously just returned from outside, "President..."

Malcom Moore looked at Stephen Foster, his dark eyes icy cold, "Postpone the following schedules, we will stay here for a few days!"

Stephen Foster was stunned.

Stay a few days?

Wasn’t it the plan to go back this morning?

That’s why he came to knock on the door, thinking not to miss the flight.

Seeing Stephen Foster standing still in shock, Malcom Moore frowned slightly, his voice chilly, "What? Didn’t understand what I said?"

"I... I understood." Scared by Malcom Moore’s icy cold eyes, devoid of any warmth, and the evident red bloodshot in them, Stephen Foster stuttered.

But as a qualified assistant, he still cared, cautiously opening his mouth: "President, did you not sleep last night? If you need rest, I can reschedule the flight..."

Malcom Moore’s icy gaze swept toward Stephen Foster, and before he could finish speaking, he interrupted, "I’ll say it again, postpone the following schedules, we must stay here for a few days!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

After speaking, he coldly looked at Stephen Foster blocking his doorway.

Under such cold eyes, Stephen Foster couldn’t help but tense up.

He quickly stepped aside, "Yes, President, I’ll immediately reschedule your remaining plans, but..."

Stephen Foster looked at Malcom Moore who had already opened the door, then cautiously asked, "President, how many days are we staying here?"

"Until I get my wife back!" After speaking, Malcom Moore closed the door directly.

Stephen Foster looked at the door shut tight in front of him, muttering: "Get your wife back? Then how long will it take? Is the President’s subsequent itinerary indefinitely postponed..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door in front of him was opened.

Then Malcom Moore’s dark, frosty face appeared in front of Stephen Foster.

Stephen Foster shivered suddenly and quickly spoke up, "President, I just didn’t say anything."

Malcom Moore coldly looked at him, lightly parted his thin lips, "You won’t get paid this month."

Stephen Foster’s heart hurt sharply.

But that wasn’t all, because Malcom Moore’s voice wasn’t finished, "And, you won’t get an annual bonus either."

Stephen Foster endured the heartache with a wry smile, "President, you will surely succeed quickly and catch up with the President’s wife soon. Don’t worry, I will also handle work matters well and definitely won’t hold you back."

Malcom Moore coldly replied "Hm," and closed the door again.

Stephen Foster looked at the door closed once more, feeling helpless.

Is that all?

What about his salary?

What about his annual bonus?

In the following days, Malcom Moore never saw Serena Sterling again.

He went to the apartment where Serena Sterling lived but never saw her come out from inside.

Then he waited at her school gate, but no matter how many times he went, the result was the same; he never saw her appear at the school.

Malcom Moore waited with a burning heart.

Where did she go?

Why didn’t she come to school for classes?

Could it be...

Upon thinking of a certain possibility, Malcom Moore suddenly panicked.

He immediately hurried to the apartment and knocked on the door, but knocked for a long time without response, clearly no one was home.

Malcom Moore’s heart grew more restless.

Besides the restlessness, there was also panic; he feared Serena Sterling might disappear once again.

Fearing and panicking, Malcom Moore fumbled out his phone and called Stephen Foster.

When the call connected, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you know Charlie professor’s home address?"

"No..." He said just one word before Stephen Foster quickly shut his mouth and changed his words: "I’ll check immediately, two minutes, two minutes and I’ll give you results."

After hanging up, Malcom Moore anxiously pulled out a cigarette from his pocket.

He lit the cigarette and gazed painfully in the direction of the apartment, breath by breath sucking hard.

Before finishing the cigarette, Stephen Foster called back.

Upon learning Charlie professor’s address, Malcom Moore wasted no time, immediately got into the car, and floored the accelerator.

The streamlined sports car raced through Milan’s streets, soon stopping in front of a two-story villa.

Malcom Moore got out of the car and walked to the villa door, knocking.

Hearing the knock, Charlie professor who was resting at home came out.

Seeing Malcom Moore, he looked surprised, "General Morris?"

"Hello, Professor Charlie." Despite his urgency, Malcom Moore still greeted politely.

Then, he looked at Professor Charlie and began asking: "Professor Charlie, do you have news of Renee? Why hasn’t she gone to school these past days, do you know where she went?"

Professor Charlie looked at Malcom Moore.

The first time he saw this General Morris was in the hotel restaurant.

At that time, General Morris had arranged to meet him wanting to discuss cooperation.

Then this man was cold and calm, exuding an aura of nobility with every move and gesture.

Now, though he remained cold, still carrying that innate nobility, the calmness was entirely gone.

Moreover, there was an indescribable fear and tension in his cold eyes.

Professor Charlie’s age was evident, and he had experienced some things when he was young.

Looking at Malcom Moore, he didn’t directly answer his question but confirmedly asked: "General Morris, do you know Renee and have you hurt her before?"

Malcom Moore nodded, eyes filled with pain, "Yes. That’s why she left me alone and came here."

Looking at Malcom Moore, Professor Charlie’s long beard twitched as he spoke, "I knew Renee had experienced something, otherwise why would she have transformed! Since that’s the case, why force it, General Morris?"