Chapter 316
The girl seemed to freeze for a moment, caught off guard, and didn’t speak right away. She stared blankly at Jackson, her face void of any discernable emotion.
And Jackson, at this very moment, finally set eyes on the girl’s face. It was entirely unfamiliar. In truth, when they first met over a decade ago, Jackson had never gotten a good look at Ceces face either. Her face was always smeared with dirt, like a wild child crawling out of the earth. Despite this, Jackson had found her ridiculously endearing. Now, after more than ten years, their paths crossed again. And he was finally seeing Cece’s face clearly. The contours of her face held a hint of familiarity.
But Jackson’s attention was fully captured by the girl’s eyes. He could never forget Cece’s eyes. They were like stars in the sky, always sparkling, always brilliant. But this girl… Jackson’s fingers tightened subconsciously. She indeed had the pair of eyes from Jackson’s memories. Bright, pitch–black, and bursting with light. Like a unique star.
The girl was very ordinary–looking, merely pretty. But she had a pair of very beautiful eyes. These beautiful eyes, in contrast with her otherwise mundane features, created a striking dissonance. Her face was unremarkable, yet her eyes were dazzling.
Jackson was looking at the girl, and the girl was looking at Jackson. She pursed her lips, her eyes unflinching.
“Mr. Bane,” Victor’s voice broke the awkward silence, respectful in tone as he addressed Jackson, “I haven’t had the chance to tell you the details. I found this young lady in Cinderhill Village.
“Cinderhill Village?” Jackson turned away, his gaze shifting to Victor as he asked with a frown.
“Yes, Cinderhill Village is located near Berdon Mountain.” Victor continued.
Back then, Jackson and Cece’s paths crossed at Saint Yales Resort, which was situated on Berdon Mountain. There were many villages around Berdon Mountain like Nusridge Village, Cinderhill Village and etc. Over the years, Jackson had sent people to search these neighboring villages countless times, but they turned up with nothing. And now, suddenly Cece was found in Cinderhill Village.
“Why haven’t we heard anything until now?” Jackson’s handsome brows furrowed even tighter, a cold edge to his voice as he demanded answers.
Victor lowered his gaze, his voice even more deferent as he explained, “Because Cece left Cinderhill Village very early on. She was gone for many years, only recently returning. That’s precisely why we were able to find her,” Victor continued. “Mr. Bane, according to the villagers of Cinderhill Village, she was once a flower seller, selling all sorts of blooms, including baby’s breath.”
The words “baby’s breath” caused a slight pause in Jackson’s deep gaze. Beneath his eyes lay a storm of emotions, as unpredictable as the ocean’s waves.
“Moreover, she has also visited the Saint Yales Resort,” Victor’s voice carried on, “Her age and experiences align significantly with Cece’s profile. Plus, we’ve also compared her appearance.”
In order to find Cece, Jackson had relied on his memory to sketch a portrait of her. Although he was unclear about Cece’s exact features, he could outline her general silhouette, her aura, and her eyes. When Victor searched for her, it wasn’t just about checking various features; the physical resemblance had to be compared as well. The girl before them matched the profile of Cece in every aspect. Every detail was a perfect fit!
