Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1510

On the outskirts of the lawn, the guests were already scattering in small groups. Steve was acting like an incredibly persistent shadow, following closely at Sylvia's heels and chattering away. Sylvia's brows were tightly knitted, her face screaming with irritation and aloofness. Just as she was about to lose her temper, she caught sight of Emmy striding toward them from the corner of her eye. Sylvia immediately hurried over to greet her.

But Emmy did not stop in front of her. Instead, she marched straight up to Steve and asked coldly, "Have all the bodies on that casualty list been found?"

Steve looked at Emmy and shook his head heavily. "After the massacre happened, the news was completely locked down. It wasn't until five days later that foreign press risked their lives to snap photos of the scene and leak them. By the time the local peacekeeping forces arrived, the bodies were almost entirely unrecognizable. The insurgents used incendiary weapons, and some victims were burned beyond recognition, making on site identification utterly impossible."

Seeing Emmy's bloodshot eyes, he quickly added, "But please don't panic. My people rushed to Nelia the moment we heard, and they are doing whatever it takes to find James!"

Emmy felt as though her heart had been thrown into a meat grinder. The agony was so intense that even her breaths tasted like copper. Biting her lower lip hard, she did not say another word and simply turned to leave.

"Emmy!" Abriella chased after her, holding up her heavy wedding gown, and grabbed her arm. Frantic with worry, she pleaded, "What exactly is going on? Is the news true?"

Emmy stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath, and forced her churning emotions down. "Abriella, today is your wedding day. You shouldn't be worrying about this." She gripped her friend's hand back, her voice ringing with stubborn certainty. "He will be absolutely fine. Before he left, he promised me he would come back without a scratch, ready to eat my homemade roast beef and hearty stew. He has never broken a promise to me before... and he certainly won't this time."

Seeing Sylvia being pulled away, a flash of panic crossed Steve's eyes, yet his mouth continued to run with typical arrogance. "Hey, if someone else were to ask, I'd spill everything immediately." He cast a meaningful glance at Sylvia. "After all, I'm the only person who actually knows the specific details of this entire situation right now."

Abriella was almost beside herself with rage at the scoundrel. However, knowing her cousin's life hung in the balance, she was forced to swallow her pride and look at Sylvia for help.

Sylvia felt a profound disgust toward Steve's childish tactics. Yet, for the sake of her friend, she choked down her revulsion and turned back to face him. "Mr. Michell, was Mr. Nelson truly killed?"