At 9:30 in the evening, Malcolm and Sean were at the airport in San Francisco. They were waiting for the security checkpoint with their boarding passes.

As Malcolm took a step forward, he furrowed his brows and reached out his hands to fumble his pockets for several times. As he frowned, he muttered, "where is the hairpin I ordered?"

Sean replied, "I gave it to you this noon." That hairpin was for Poppi. At that time, Sean went to all over the Ye city but couldn't find a product store that satisfied Malcolm, so he directly found a foreign jewelry company to design and finished it. When he went back on his business trip, he took the hairpin back to Poppi.

"I remember you gave it to me, but..." Malcolm pursed his lips and realized something. He said with annoyance: "Oh, I remember. I put it on the bedside table. I forgot to take it."

Sean asked tentatively, "I asked Mark to bring it to you right now?"

People in front of Malcolm had passed the security check. The staff smiled at him and asked him politely.

Looking at the boarding pass in his hand, Malcolm pondered for a while and smiled apologetically to the staff. Then he turned around, and the corner of his clothes fluttered with his handsome and unrestrained movements. He raised his eyebrows and said with firmness, "no, I will go back to pick it myself. And we'll book the next flight."

"Okay, Mr. Malcolm." Sean followed him closely. The two walked out of the airport in big strides.

Sitting in the car with his chin in one of his hands, Malcolm looked out of the window with an indifferent expression. A sudden feeling of loneliness came over him. 'if only Poppi was here now! She was so twittering! It must be fun!' Malcolm thought in mind.

Ah… He missed her so much!

"Here we are, Mr. Malcolm." Sean, together with Malcolm, rushed all the way back to the villa.

"Well, wait for me here!" Malcolm opened the door and got out of the car, striding towards the villa. The housekeeper, Mark and servants greeted him in surprise.

"Distinguished Mr. Malcolm, what can I do for you?" The steward walked forward and spoke in not very fluent Chinese.

Malcolm shook his hand, "I can do it myself."

"Okay." Mark didn't follow Malcolm any more. He bowed slightly and watched him go upstairs.

Malcolm came to the bedroom, turned on the light, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the jewelry box on the bedside table. Walking to the bedside, he stretched out his hand and grasped the small velvet box between his fingers. He rubbed the box with his finger pulps. "Crack!" Malcolm opened the small box, and a hairpin mounted with diamonds appeared in front of him.

The hairpin was a big flower decorated with silver diamonds, which was imitated the shape of Begonia flower. Every flower was very delicate, with little white diamonds inlaid on it. It was very beautiful. This hairpin was very different from the one given by Hugh. There was also a hairpin and a branch, which were made of Begonia flowers inlaid with red diamonds.

Malcolm closed the box, with complex emotions in his eyes. It was

cried even more out of breath. What should she do if Malcolm was in trouble? 'No! It's impossible… He must be fine! The news would only exaggerate the fact. There must be someone who had lived! Before Malcolm finished his own business and got her answer, he would be fine…

Standing in front of Poppi, Benson raised his hand silently to wipe her tears and repeated his action mechanically.

At this moment, his phone rang!

Ten minutes later, Benson Ji's phone rang. Hearing that, Poppi came over with her misty eyes full of tears.

"Well, okay, I know… I'll be right there. "

After hanging up the phone, Benson held on the hand of Poppi and walked out. "I'll take you to the private airport. The helicopter will take off in half an hour, and it's just a truck. The plane will leave in two hours. Which one do you want to take?"

"Truck!" Poppi blurted out. She clenched his hand and stumbled out with him. Along the way, everyone from the magazine office stared at them with black eyes. Someone said, "are they going to elope?" A rock stirred up thousands of ripples. There were sounds of taking pictures and whispers.

Buzz…

In the meeting room, the cell phone in front of poppi's desk suddenly buzzed. It was a phone number from San Francisco. The screen lit up and down.

Sitting in the car, Benson kept silent and sent Poppi to the helicopter. Sitting on the front passenger seat, Poppi covered her face with her hand and tears kept running from her fingers. Her body trembled like a lonely beast.

Benson couldn't say any words to comfort her. He could only step on the gas to make her less suffering.

The truck was full of stuff and only one person could get into it without a seat.

It was out of Benson's expectation that their condition was so bad. When he was about to dissuade her, Poppi had rushed to the helicopter and boarded it without hesitation. She turned around and said to him sincerely, "thank you!"

"I'll go with you!" Benson stepped forward, but was stopped by Poppi who shook her head. "No… I want to find him myself! "