Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 277

**Beseeched 277**

Ethan’s voice sliced through the air with an icy edge. “Are you dating someone?”

Dating? Since when did he suddenly take an interest in my personal affairs?

Janice’s gaze flickered, betraying a moment of uncertainty. “Not exactly…”

Ethan’s patience was wearing thin. He leaned in, his frown deepening. “I need that man’s contact information and address. Now.”

Janice hesitated, her heart racing, but she could see the intensity in his eyes. After a brief pause, she relented, her fingers trembling as she scribbled down the details.

As soon as Ethan had the number, his fingers flew over his phone, sending it straight to Tony.

“Track this guy’s movements. I want to know everything he’s been up to,” he ordered, his voice steady but taut with urgency.

Tony’s brow furrowed as recognition dawned on him; he had just crossed paths with this man a couple of days ago. “Boss, does he have any connection to Ms. Porter’s disappearance?”

Ethan snorted derisively. “Not necessarily, but given that he’s Roxanne’s lackey… what do you think?”

“Got it,” Tony replied, the gravity of the situation settling in.

Once the call ended, an oppressive silence enveloped Ethan, pressing down on him like a heavy weight.

For a fleeting moment, he found himself at a loss, the sensation gnawing at him more than the loss of a multi-million-dollar project ever could.

Leaning back in his seat, he let out a slow, measured breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. But seconds later, he shot upright.

Engine on. Pedal down.

Less than thirty minutes later, he arrived at Roxanne’s hotel, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling city.

It was just past eight. By all accounts, she should still be inside, busy with her usual routines.

Ethan drummed his long fingers against the steering wheel, his exhaustion evident. His white casual shirt was wrinkled, two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his well-defined chest. Even in disarray, he had an air that could command attention.

Ten minutes ticked by like an eternity.

People streamed out of the hotel, but none were the one he sought.

Just as his patience began to fray, she finally emerged. The sound of her high heels clicking against the pavement announced her arrival. Black sunglasses perched on her nose obscured half her face, and her lips were painted a striking shade of red.

Ethan rolled down the window, his heart racing. With a firm press of the horn, he called out to her.

Roxanne instinctively turned her head, her expression shifting from confusion to recognition. “Ethan?”

Her sunglasses slipped down slightly as her eyes sparkled with unrestrained delight. “You came to see me? Breakfast together?”

Ethan’s sharp gaze bore into her, unyielding. After a moment of weighing his words, he asked, “Where were you last night?”

“Last night? You came to see me?” Roxanne’s mind seemed to drift off, lost in her own little world, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

“Then why didn’t you just call me? I was stuck at the office until late. Were you missing me?”

Ethan studied her face, a subtle smile tugging at his lips.

“Roxanne, it’s a pity you don’t pursue acting as a career,” he remarked dryly.

Without waiting for her reaction, he turned the steering wheel and drove away, leaving her standing there, momentarily stunned.

Roxanne might have been erratic, but in that moment, she had displayed a remarkable lack of awareness—she likely had no clue where Dawn was.

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