CHAPTER 499: LIKE A LITTLE HOMELESS BEAST.

A three-year-old child running out at night, normally, people would be worried.

But in the Stephens family, George Stephens also liked to roam about; the family’s ancestral mansion covered a large area, with trees everywhere. He would always manage to find his way back each time he ran out, having a great sense of direction, so he didn’t take his outing last night to heart.

But not coming back all night, that’s a bit too much.

Robert Stephens slowly smoothed out the wrinkles on his cuff and said to the butler, "Go find him."

The old butler had already secretly looked around once and hadn’t found him. Now, with Robert’s order, he immediately responded and openly called a few servants familiar with George to go out and look for him.

"Sir, would you like to eat now?"

The servant pushing Robert Stephens asked him cautiously.

The man lowered his lashes, leaving deep shadows on his pale face, "Let’s wait for George to come back and eat together."

He spoke slowly, lifting his hand slightly to the servant beside him, "Help me to the sofa."

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Robert Stephens read a book on the sofa for a while.

When he came back to his senses, two full hours had passed.

Raising his cold hand, he gently pinched his brow, holding a German book in his hand. He glanced at the door, his tone carrying a touch of displeasure, "Call Thomas and ask where he’s gone."

He had told him to bring someone back for dinner, and it had been so long with no sign of them.

Disappeared together?

The servant waiting quietly beside him immediately responded and went outside to make a phone call.

A moment later, he returned, his head bowed, "Sir, Butler Thomas said the young master is still not found."

Robert Stephens’ expression hardened, his gaze growing darker, "Still not?"

"Yes." The servant lowered his head deeply, not daring to meet his anger, "We’ve searched the entire crew. Haven’t seen the young master."

"..." Robert fiercely threw the book in his hand to the ground, already showing anger, his voice icy as he said, "Go get Thomas back!"

About ten minutes later, Thomas hurried back from outside.

The old man wiped the sweat off his face and said to Robert Stephens, "Sir, the young master is not in the crew. I’ve already had people search the entire crew several times, but we haven’t seen the young master’s shadow. Do you think he might have..."

Robert remained silent, turning his head to look out at the dense forest beyond the window.

The small town is surrounded by mountains, and at this time, in early summer, the lush and thick forest serves as a natural barrier.

If George, in a fit of anger last night, ran into the forest...

"Go to the monitoring room and check last night’s surveillance." Robert Stephens’ face darkened, and he spoke to the butler.

The old butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, realizing the situation was not looking good, and quickly ran out of the room.

Robert sat on the sofa, staring at the gloomy forest outside the window for a long time, then clenched his fist tightly and slammed the armrest of the sofa hard—damn it!

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The surveillance footage was quickly copied by the old butler.

The old man’s face was pale, trembling as he held a phone, showing the video to Robert.

It was a compilation of several video segments.

After George ran out of the main entrance, he sat alone in the corner of the dormitory, hugging his legs and crying for a while. After about ten minutes, he stood up again, looking up at Robert’s residence for a moment. His small figure stood alone in the darkness, like a little beast lost and homeless.