The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

How?

How could she just leave?

They talked last night. Yes, she sounded tired, but normal. She talked normal, she sounded normal, told him to sleep well. They made plans. They were supposed to see each other today. He was going to tell her about the move, about starting over. He was going to ask her to come with him.

They had a future together.

They loved each other.

So how could she vanish like this?

His breathing grew heavier, ragged. A scream sat in his throat, aching to be let out. He tightened his grip on the wheel until his knuckles turned white.

“This can’t be happening,” he muttered to himself, voice breaking. “No. No fucking way.”

He reached for his phone, tried her number again. It rang for half a second before the call dropped.

“Come on!”

Nothing.

Again..

Again.

Still nothing.

Alex slammed his palm against the dashboard, letting out a sharp breath. “Fuck!”

His mind raced, flipping through every possibility. Did they really move out willingly? Or were they forced? It didn’t make sense. Mia wouldn’t leave like that.

This has to be his father’s doing.

It has to be

The thought won’t go away.

It has to be his father. He had a big fall out with him then boom the Turners disappeared..

Alex could still feel the sting of the fight they had.

He straightened up in the car, his hands trembling. If his father was behind this, he had to be careful. But he couldn’t sit here and do nothing.

His father still had reach. Still had eyes and ears everywhere.

He reached for the keys, but his hand stopped halfway.

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Chapter 133

What if she didn’t want to be found?

What if Mia wanted to disappear?

What if their relationship had been a game to her, what if Mia had decided to pay him back in his own coin.

He shook his head, groaning.

He is really about going insane.

Mia is not like that… she’s too..

His phone ringing startles him.

Alex nearly dropped the phone trying to answer it, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of the ringtone. He didn’t recognize the number at first, but the voice on the other end was familiar-sharp, clipped, all business.

“Everything will be ready in three days. You’re traveling with the fake names, then when you settle, you can start using your real ones again,” the man said.

Alex leaned his head back against the driver’s seat and exhaled. Three days. Three more days and he could get his mom and Julian out of this cursed place. That should have brought him peace, made his shoulders relax-but it didn’t. Not now. Not

after this.

“That’s perfect,” Alex replied, though his voice held no joy.

He hesitated for a second before adding, “I want you to track someone for me.”

The man on the phone didn’t even pause. “Okay. Send me their name, phone number or last used phone number, and the last place they were seen. I’ll see what I can find.”

Alex swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded even though the man couldn’t see him. “I’ll send it to you now.”

There was a beat of silence before the man asked, “What about the additional person traveling with you?”

Alex froze.

He stared through the windshield, eyes unfocused as the early morning light spilled onto the street.

He swallowed hard. “She disappeared overnight. She’s the one I want you to help me locate.”

The man on the other end didn’t respond with questions or curiosity. Just a simple, “Very well then.”

The call ended. Alex let the phone slip from his hand, resting it on his lap. He dropped his forehead against the steering wheel and let out a long, shaky breath.

Mia.

She couldn’t have just moved.

She wouldn’t. Not without telling him. Not after everything.

He clenched the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white. She was still waiting for her admission letter. She was still working. They had plans. They had talked last night. She told him goodnight.

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