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Naturally, Vincenzo found nothing. Giuseppe also said that Vincenzo had changed. He'd stopped making frequent visits to Villo Estate, grew cold toward Lina, and spent his days in the empty Corleone Estate, staring blankly at the kitchen I used to cook in. I read the messages, feeling utterly unmoved. Vincenzo's remorse had come too late, and it was worth nothing. … The bistro grew busier and busier. One day, a food vlogger even shot a video and posted it online. In the video, only my back was visible as I worked, but I knew what it meant—someone might recognize me.

"Wanda, I'll find you. I swear I will. I'll get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness if that's what it takes." Hundreds of messages, one after another, packed into the screen like a digital breakdown. Edgar had completely lost it. I uninstalled WhatsApp without a second thought. Out of sight, out of mind. I had truly believed Edgar would never find me again. But one day, as I returned home from teaching, the last person I ever wanted to see was standing at my door.

However, I ended up in a stalemate with the control room employees. When I asked to bring up the surveillance footage of the office that morning, the employees stopped me and informed me that only in-house employees were allowed to view the footage. It was only when I saw my work account being blocked and deleted that I realized this was Liam's doing. He was the only one who could have arranged for a work account to be deleted so quickly. He was fully siding with Vivi and had already decided that I was the one who'd stolen the necklace. It soon occurred to me that this technology company was also one of the businesses under the Chandler family's name. It made me eager to return home and meet

Braden's cash before vanishing inyo thin air. It was like she was never existing as all her social media handles had been wiped out and even her two cell phone numbers were unreachable. Braden had gone through thick and thin to find her, even trying to make himself believe that she did not abadon him and Vanessa on purpose but as the days rolled by, it really became clear to Braden that Ophelia would never come back. The results were devastating on both him and his little daughter Vanessa. Vanessa never had the opportunity to fully experience a mothers love.

"Victoria retired four years ago." Daniel nodded. "That's correct." Captain Moreau continued reading. "But..." "There are no medical records." "No tax filings." "No passport activity." "No property transactions." She looked up slowly. "It appears Victoria Hale vanished almost immediately after retiring." The realization hit everyone at once. For four years... No one had questioned it. No one had looked. Everyone simply accepted that she had retired from public life. Inspector Keller spoke quietly. "Someone made sure she disappeared without attracting attention." Daniel looked unsettled.

Coco had come to stand behind me, yet she dared not say anything. Meanwhile, in the video, the van sped off, but not before I caught a partial license plate. That was all I needed. Jack burst into the room, his usual smirk gone, replaced by something cold. “Got the guys ready. What do we know?” I replayed the footage, my voice a low growl. “Black van. Partial plate. Headed east. Find it.” I said, and he nodded. But even after searching for a whole day, nothing could be found. It seemed as though the van had never been owned by anyone at all. It just vanished into thin air, taking Sarah along with it.

In the end, he decided to exercise some patience. Sure enough, the sheriff called Vanessa a couple of hours later with bad news. Chloe had disappeared. When the sheriff’s deputies had gone by to round her up, they’d found an empty apartment and no trace she’d ever worked in Christopher's downtown office. After relaying the news to Alaric, Vanessa withdrew, saying she needed time to think. He nodded, keeping his distance, but staying close just in case. She seemed beside herself. Pacing the hallway from the front door to the kitchen, she kept shaking her head and muttering that she should have seen this coming.

Then said, "Do you know what became of the previous planner?" A hesitation. His jaw clenched. "Vanessa?" "Yes." "I heard she resigned." "Did you ever meet her?" He paused. "Once. For a moment. She appeared. agitated." "She vanished," I said bluntly. "No phone calls. No farewell. Her fiancé doesn't even know where she is." Aarav gazed at me, actually saw me, and for an instant all his manicured remoteness crumbled. "I didn't know that," he whispered.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

Jack was in the hallway, his phone pressed to his ear, listening to his assistant's update. "Mr. Harris, the deal between the Harris and Scott families is off. We're untangling the last few knots. However, Lawrence has been trying to reach you, but couldn't get through." Jack's voice was ice, "Let it be." "Understood." Once my cast was on, Jack reappeared and took me home. He played the devoted companion in the days that followed, sticking close to home so I would not get stir-crazy.