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Five days after Anna’s sudden departure, Justin called his secretary, Ian Harris, into his office following breakfast.
“Did you find out more about Anna?” Justin asked, his tall frame casting an imposing shadow as he gazed out at the city view from his floor-to-ceiling window.
Ian, visibly nervous, wiped the sweat off his brow.
“I’m sorry, Mr.
Salvador, but there’s been no progress.
” He hesitated for a moment before continuing, “After the young madam left that night, she didn’t return to the nursing home where she worked.
I even went to Fogville, her hometown, to investigate, but the address she gave was fake.
The Brown family doesn’t exist in that small town.
“
“The address was fake?!” Justin’s voice cut through the room with a dangerous edge.
He whipped around to face Ian, his dark eyes filled with intensity.
“Yes,” Ian replied, his voice faltering.
“I checked with the local police, but they couldn’t find anyone who matched the young madam’s description.
“
Justin’s mind raced, the shock and confusion settling into a burning frustration.
‘Who the hell did I marry? A spy?’ he thought, his anger boiling beneath the surface.
“She left with Asher Thompson that night,” Justin said, his voice tight with suspicion.
“Didn’t you find any clues from him?”
Ian hesitated, “If Mr.
Thompson is hiding the young madam, we might not find anything.
” The suggestion that Asher could be involved in hiding Anna made Justin’s brows furrow in anger.
“Asher Thompson has always been a decent man.
How could he steal my wife?” Justin snapped, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Well… it doesn’t really count as stealing,” Ian stumbled, trying to backpedal.
“It’s more like… picking up the baton.
“
Justin glared at Ian, his irritation turning to fury.
Ian quickly fell silent, nervously avoiding his boss’s penetrating gaze.
The image of Asher protecting Anna that night flashed in Justin’s mind.
The way Asher had looked at Anna—so protective and caring—only fueled Justin’s growing anger.
How could Anna, who he had always seen as ordinary and predictable, manage to charm someone like Asher Thompson? Asher, known for his lack of emotions in the elite circles, had never shown affection so easily.
Why would he help Anna?
Justin’s mind went back to the moment they signed the divorce papers.
–“Justin, can we please stay married?”
“Because I love you!”
“What a liar!” Justin muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as a coldness washed over him.
The more he thought about Anna’s words, the angrier he became.
The cycle of frustration seemed endless.
Just then, his phone vibrated on the table, snapping him out of his thoughts.
He looked down and saw Rosalind’s name flashing on the screen.
Justin quickly answered the call, his voice eager but guarded.
“Rose, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“Justin, I’m downstairs in your office lobby.
Can you bring me upstairs? I made you some snacks, and I want you to try them,” Rosalind’s voice came through, sweet and almost overly familiar.
Ian froze at the sound of Rosalind’s voice.
“You’re downstairs?” Justin asked, his brow furrowing in surprise.
“Yeah.
Don’t you want to see me?” Rosalind’s voice dropped to a softer tone, playful and inviting.
“I do.
I’ll have Ian bring you upstairs,” Justin replied, though a hint of unease flickered in his eyes.
After hanging up, Justin sighed heavily, his expression darkening.
He hadn’t finalized the divorce with Anna yet, and the news had not been made public.
Having Rosalind come to visit him at such a sensitive time might stir unnecessary trouble, even though he was confident he could handle it.
Before Justin could dwell on his thoughts any longer, his phone vibrated again.
He glanced down at the screen, and a wave of nervousness washed over him as he saw his grandfather’s name.
“Yes, Grandpa?” Justin answered, trying to mask the tension in his voice.
“You bastard!” Nigel Salvador’s furious voice boomed over the phone.
“Did you forget everything I told you? I warned you not to have any contact with that Rosalind girl while you’re still married to Anna! And now you’re bringing her to your office?! I don’t care about your reputation! Think about how Anna would feel about this! You better get your ass over here now!”
The suffocating tension in the reception room was palpable as Justin entered.
Nigel sat in a chair, leaning on his cane, his face dark with anger.
His personal secretary and son, Gregory, stood nearby, both of them looking grim.
Justin stood before his elders, his posture stiff.
Rosalind was locked outside the room, as Nigel had insisted she was “not worthy of his time.
“
“Tell me!” Nigel slammed his cane against the floor, the sound echoing in the room.
“What’s going on between you and that woman?”
“Dad, please calm down.
.
.
” Gregory urged, placing a hand on his father’s back, though his eyes were fixed on Justin, filled with reproach.
Justin’s stomach churned as he stood there, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.
