CHAPTER 4

Five days after that, Kalus summoned his secretary, Ian Harris, to his office after breakfast.

"Did you learn more about Amara?"

The man stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window and glanced out at the city view of Savrow. His tall and broad physique projected an overwhelmingly crushing aura.

"Uh… sorry, Mr. Mike. Progress has not been made."

Ian wiped his sweat uncomfortably. "After the young madam left home that night, she never came back to the nursing home where she worked before. I also went to Fogville, her hometown, to carry out an on-site investigation, but the address she provided me in advance was a false one. The Kol family never existed in that little town."

"The address was a fake?!" Kalus turned around violently. His eyes were dark and intimidating.

"Yes. I have also gone to the police station in our area to confirm her details, but they were not able to find someone matching the description of the young madam."

Ian had addressed Amara as the "young madam" for three years, and it took him a while to get into the habit of not using the term.

Kalus was angry. He thought, 'Who the devil did I marry? A spy?'

"She left Frank Denz that evening. Could you check out anything with him?"

"If Mr. Denz wants to hide the young madam, we probably won't be able to find anything…"

The words "hide the young madam" raised Kalus's eyebrows in anger.

"Frank Denz was always a decent fellow. How could he abduct my wife?"

"Well. It's not really stealing, per se. It's rather like taking up the baton."

Kalus glared daggers at Ian, who was so terrified that he choked on his own air.

The image of Frank watching over Amara that night was still very vivid in Kalus's mind. Frank appeared so besotted with Amara.

For some reason, Kalus was outraged about it.

Why would his boring wife steal Frank Denz's heart? In their high-society circle, Frank was well-known for having no feelings. So why did he help Amara?

He recalled a moment from the night they had signed the divorce documents.

–"Kalus, let's stay married, please."

"Why?"

"Because I love you!"

"What a liar!" Kalus squinted. His body emitted a chill.

The more he thought about it, the more enraged he felt. It was a vicious circle.

His phone vibrated on the table at this juncture.

Kalus brushed aside his thoughts and had Lydia on his caller ID, so he answered the call promptly.

"Lydia, what's it?"

"Kalus, I'm in your office lobby downstairs. Can you take me up? I prepared some snacks for you, and I want you to try them right away."

Lydia's excessively sweet voice on the phone sent shivers down Ian's spine.

"You're downstairs?"

"Yes. Don't you want to see me?" Lydia cooed gently.

"I do. I'll send Ian to bring you up."

Kalus was a little blue after he hung up the phone.

He had not finished the divorce with Amara, and the news of the divorce had not been announced yet. If Lydia came to the office to visit him at this opportune time, it would create unnecessary hassle, although Kalus was able to handle it.

His phone rang once again at this time.

Kalus looked at the screen and was nervous.

"Yes, Grandpa?"

You son of a gun! Did you forget everything I told you?! Joseph Mike, Kalus's grandfather, yelled over the phone. "I reminded you that you can't have anything to do with that Lydia girl because you're married to Amara! You broke your promise and even brought her to the office?! I don't care about your reputation. Think of how Amara would feel about this! You'd better get your butt over here immediately!

The air in the waiting room was stifling.

Joseph clung to a walking stick and limped into the chair with assistance from his private secretary and son, Gregory. His face was gloomy.

Kalus lingered around his seniors while Lydia was outside locked up since according to Joseph, "This bitch isn't worth my time!

"Tell me! What are you doing with that woman and you?" Joseph tapped his cane on the floor.

"Dad, let's just relax here…" Gregory frantically patted his father on the back and scowled at Kalus.

Grandpa, our three-year marriage contract has expired." Kalus's voice was harsh as he answered, "You promised me that I must marry Amara for three years. When three years have passed, it is up to me whether to extend the marriage or get a divorce." Joseph turned white. He had been struck by lightning.

Amara had been trailing Joseph day by day for the past three years. He was so satisfied with her that he did not even realize his grandson's marriage contract had already lapsed.

Kalus added callously, "Now, I prefer to end this marriage and be with the woman I love most. You should not object because Amara has signed the divorce papers as well. We will ratify the divorce later."

“What?! You’re already divorced?!” Joseph was furious. When he stood up, he almost collapsed.

Kalus rushed forward to help his grandfather, but Joseph pushed him away angrily.

“Dad! They haven’t finalized the divorce yet. They only signed the papers. Don’t get too aggravated. Otherwise, you’ll get a stroke!” Gregory was afraid that his father’s chronic illness would relapse, so he hurriedly comforted the old man.

"Shucks, I already have a nuisance daughter-in-law. Why can't I have at least one granddaughter-in-law that I like?" 

Kalus stiffened, not knowing whether to stretch out or let go of his grandfather. Gregory found himself in the middle for no reason of his father's wrath.

I want Amara! Bring her here! I cannot eat and sleep well without Amara. I don't want to have any other granddaughter-in-law. I only want my Amara!" The older Joseph was, the more childish he acted.

He even threw a tantrum.

"Kalus, why don't you call Amara and invite her over to visit your grandfather?" Gregory tried to coax him.

“Grandpa, it’s useless for you to act like this. Even if I ask her to come back to accompany you now, our marriage is over. There’s no way I’ll continue it.”

Kalus thought that it was time to rip the Band-Aid. Instead of keeping the news a secret, it would be better to just tell his grandfather to forget her. With time, his grandfather's reliance on Amara would fade.

"Ahhh!"

Joseph's body trembled and he fell.

This time, Kalus and Gregory were frightened. They called a doctor and looked for Joseph's medication.

Kalus didn't know what to do. He didn't have another choice but to contact Amara.

As a result, Kalus received only a recorded message, saying, "The number you have called is no longer available."

Amara disappeared and even had her telephone number canceled.

"Damn it!" Kalus's eyes flashed with rage, and he clenched his fists.

While this was happening, all the top brass of Zz World Hotel had gathered before the main door to welcome their new general manager.

"I heard the new general manager is a woman!"

"I don't believe the new manager is going to turn the hotel around. The previous four managers didn't. They quit or were reassigned. How could a young woman do it?"

"I understand that she is Chairman Wyatt's daughter…"

"Chairman Wyatt has so many wives. I guess this general manager must be one of his privileged illegitimate daughters. Why should he send his daughter to remedy this mess?"

Everybody snickered.

"Here she comes! The new boss is here!"

A top-class Rolls-Royce skidded to a stop at the main gate, followed by some A-grade Maybachs. The retinue was simply blinding.

When they all saw the "9999" number plate, they were holding their breath and remained silent for a moment.

The first thing they saw was a sky-high black Louboutin shoe.

The next moment, a stunning beauty with a great figure and curly black hair stepped out of the car. Her sharp eyes were icy cold, and the crowd immediately turned away.

"Hello, everybody."

I opened my reddish lips and displayed a marvelous smile. "I am your new general manager, but I am no illegitimate daughter. Sorry to disappoint!"

As soon as I uttered the words, the people who were discussing me just a while ago were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweat.

A few minutes back, I was in the vehicle, using my laptop to gain access into the two CCTV cameras at the hotel entrance.