Chapter 313
In the quiet of the night, the dim yellow light cast a somber glow over the desk, making the already austere study feel even more oppressive.
A man, exuding a cold and noble aura, lounged lazily in his chair. He wore deep blue pajamas, a towel draped around his neck. His half-dry hair fell over his forehead, and those sharp, chiseled features made him look intimidatingly refined.
He held a file in his hand, his elegant, well-defined fingers picking out Emily’s photo from the stack. A faint smirk played at the corner of his lips. He murmured, “So it was you.” He sounded a little surprised, but even more excited.
He picked up his phone and called his assistant, his eyes never leaving the photo in his hand. He ordered, “Book me a ticket. I’m going to Cloudridge.”
*****
Lately, Lydia had been really anxious because Cale was missing.
Cale hadn’t even gotten on the ship as planned.
Lydia had thought that Cale was just going back on his word and trying to squeeze more money out of her.
Annoyed, she tried to reach out and give him a piece of her mind, but he was nowhere to be found. She even offered him money, but there was still no reply.
She thought, ‘This just isn’t like Cale at all-something has definitely happened to him.’
Lydia didn’t give a damn what happened to Cale-in fact, she’d been wishing he was dead for ages. But before that, she had to get her hands on whatever he was holding-she needed to beat everyone else to it.
She thought, ‘If that bastard ends up in trouble, whatever he has would go public in a month, and then I will be doomed.’
Lydia was so anxious that she was practically tearing her hair out. But she couldn’t breathe a word of this to anyone, and even searching for Cale had to be done on the sly.
Even though she kept quiet, Vincent still noticed something was off. He’d asked her a few times out of concern, but Lydia always brushed him off.

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