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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 80 Angered
His eyes narrowed as he studied the grainy black and white photo. The angle was bad and the face blurry. How the hell was he supposed to tell whether this was her or not? He spent huge sums of money hiring the best staff and this was the result—a piece of shit photograph.
"Is this really the best you can do?" he asked his assistant with thick sarcasm.
"It's a bad photo," the assistant admitted. "It's the best we could do. It was difficult to even get a picture."
"When is the team getting there?" he demanded.
"I didn't think the ID was good enough to send the team."
Scarlett's ex's face turned bright red.
"I pay you a fortune to think. I expect a hell of a lot better thought from you. You send the fucking team to find this girl," he said stabbing the photo with his finger. "I want a color photo of her."
He picked up his laptop and heaved it across the room. Every time he thought of how he had stood at the altar waiting for his bride, it caused new waves of fury. The humiliation of that moment lived on in his memory and would until he got his hands on her.
He pulled out the book he kept in the top drawer of his desk. It was a list of all the painful and horrible things he was going to do to her. He found it soothing to read it, but today it didn't calm him because it was the fourth year anniversary and he still hadn't found her.