A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 116

The man's voice sounded weary. "Celia, you really think it's that simple? I've been trying to track down Winona for ages, but it's like someone's gone out of their way to erase every trace of her. Only after you told me she was in the city did I send people out there… but come on, it's the capital. You can't just waltz in and get things done that easily."

His people hadn't even managed to catch a glimpse of Winona.

"You useless idiot!" Celia spat, her words sharp as knives.

"It's not me, Celia. Winona—she's got to be someone important." The man's tone darkened. "If she were just an ordinary woman, I wouldn't have so much trouble digging up information."

A chill ran through Celia's heart.

That terrible suspicion she'd tried to bury came creeping back.

Winona. Miss Thorne...

No. Impossible.

"Stop making excuses for your own incompetence!" Celia screamed, her voice rising with panic she could barely control. "You say it's hard? Fine. I'll give you another two weeks. If you still can't get it done, don't ever contact me again!"

She hung up without waiting for a reply, hand trembling with fury as she tossed her phone aside.

Important background? More like useless. She never should have gotten involved with this man in the first place.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the bedroom door.

"Celia? Are you alright?" Tyson's voice came from the hallway, tinged with concern. "What were you yelling about just now?"

The walls were thick, so even though Celia had been shouting, Tyson had only caught muffled sounds.

"I—I'm fine," Celia stammered, hand shaking so badly she dropped her phone to the carpet.

"Why'd you lock the door?"

Panicked, she hurried over to unlock it. Tyson stepped in, his gaze immediately landing on the phone lying on the thick rug.

"Did you drop your phone? Are you feeling okay?" He frowned, stooping to pick it up.

Lost in thought, Tyson didn't notice Celia digging her nails into his arm.

"Ow—" He winced and snapped back to reality, giving her a helpless smile. "You little wildcat. Are you trying to pinch a chunk out of my arm?"

"Maybe I am! You stopped listening to me," Celia grumbled. "I asked if you're really going to see Winona."

"I'm not."

With a sigh, Tyson pulled out his phone and showed her the call log and the message from his friend.

It was just an address. Celia scrutinized it carefully but didn't notice anything amiss.

Tyson's expression was open, too—he didn't look like he was lying.

"So why won't you take me with you?"