Philip "Are you Ms. Mitchell's husband?" Mrs. Henderson, a woman in her sixties, inquired, her brow furrowed. It was only noon, and Alex and I found ourselves here after discovering that Sarah had rented apartment number 5 near BM Technologies. "Yes," I confirmed to Mrs. Henderson. "I didn't know Ms. Mitchell was married," she remarked, seeming surprised. "She informed me that we were to stay here for a month, assuming I'd be departing Highland Hills next week to join her. I intended to surprise her by arriving today," I explained. Naturally, it's a lie! Even if I were to apply pressure to Sarah's nose, she wouldn't disclose her whereabouts. Nevertheless, I find comfort in the belief that she's alone and not lodging at the Martins' mansion or Amir Benner's residence. Despite my reassurances, Mrs. Henderson's scrutinizing gaze made me wonder if she doubted my intentions. "I'll call Ms. Mitchell to make sure. You know I can't just hand over the keys to someone I haven't

Sarah After lunch, I made my way to BM Technologies. Jakob's surprise was palpable when I walked into the office, especially since it had been too long since he had seen me clad in bright green—a stark departure from my usual black attire. I couldn't help it; Philip bought me the outfit. "Let me catch my breath first. We can delve into the questions and answers later," I declared to Jakob. He simply shrugged, offering me a seat and a glass of water as I settled into the swivel chair, allowing me a moment to compose myself. "So," he prompted. "I was robbed last night," I began. "What? Where? What happened?" Jakob fired off questions in quick succession. "It was Philip! He played a prank on me!" I recounted the events of the previous night, including the rejection by major hotels due to my tumultuous past with my ex-husband. "I couldn't even call you to figure out what was going on with the accommodation app. Everything was down last night, and it was all over social m

Sarah I reluctantly agreed to Josh's demands, which led me to tolerate Philip's shenanigans. Now, I'm stuck with the scoundrel in apartment number 5. A chef from a local hotel came by to prepare dinner for us, sparking my curiosity about Megan's absence. Where had she been these past days, not accompanying Philip? Unable to suppress my curiosity, I asked, "Where is Megan?" Philip's expression soured before he replied curtly, "She's at the hotel." Perplexed, I probed further, "Why didn't you accompany her? Your presence here seems unnecessary. Aren't you concerned for her safety at the hotel?" My question wasn't driven by genuine concern for Megan; instead, I was simply puzzled. Philip proceeded to pour soup into my cup, deflecting the conversation. "Eat more," he urged. His actions spoke volumes—he clearly didn't want to discuss Megan. Shifting the topic, I inquired, "Why are you still in Henderson? Do you not intend to return to Luminary Productions?" "I am still handling

Philip "Wait, what?" Ethan's call took me by surprise as he relayed that Sarah was at Highland Hills with bodyguard Josh. I'm puzzled because Alex got reassurance from Josh that everything was fine. He's supposedly with Sarah—unless they're both in Highland Hills. "Yeah, I saw Sarah. She didn't notice me; she seemed preoccupied with work. She was at the coffee shop with your bodyguard," Ethan added. My fist tightened with frustration. That woman is brazenly pushing boundaries with every step she takes. "I also found out why she's here. Apparently, she had some medication checked at the laboratory," Ethan explained. "Medication?" I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Yes. I'm unsure whose medication it is or why she chose to have it checked here in Highland Hills when there are larger hospitals in Henderson. Maybe the medication originated from here?" Ethan speculated. I massaged my temples, feeling the onset of a pounding headache courtesy of Sarah's antics. Damn it! The

Philip I missed Sarah's presence in our villa—that's what I was certain of. While I was conversing with Ethan over the phone in the library, Sarah was taking a bath in our room. All her clothes were still neatly arranged, ensuring she wouldn't encounter any inconvenience. Ethan began his explanation, "I conducted a small investigation into Dr. Morgan. I needed to apply some pressure to get him to talk... Last year, Mr. Amir Benner took Sarah to Dr. Morgan's clinic in Dubai for a check-up. Months later, Dr. Morgan received two offers—one from Mr. Benner's girlfriend, Jessica Woods, and the other from Serena Blake. "Dr. Morgan opted to accept Serena Blake's offer to manipulate Sarah's medication... Your ex-wife was grappling with panic attacks and severe depression. Yet, Dr. Morgan erroneously diagnosed her with a heart condition. It appears Sarah may have become reliant on the medication. It would be advisable for you to bring her to my clinic tomorrow. I'll arrange for her to