NovelEnglishChapter 252 Of course she refused-she cried and screamed, insisting her father had to cback.
Yet somehow, her father relented in the end.
What happened after that, she could no longer recall. All that remained was the memory of seeing her father again, this tin a hospital room.
Everything in that room was white.
Her father, swathed in bandages, was white.
The ceiling was white.
So were the bed sheets.
It was a blinding, sterile white that sent her heart racing with unease.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLater, the tall, handsman she called her father was reduced to a small box, cradled in her trembling hands.
It felt as if a giant fist squeezed around Serena's heart.
She could barely breathe.
Hotel.
Inside the presidential suite.
Aaron Vance stared at his phone, his gaze dark and unreadable as he watched the man on the screen.
"She didn't say a word? Just blocked you?" "That's right," replied the man, whose face was utterly forgettable. He managed a nervous smile. "After I sent Serena the two photos you forwarded me, she blockedstraightaway." Aaron narrowed his eyes, a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth.
A moment later, he looked up, his cold stare locking onto the man's face. "Understood. Victor will transfer your payment shortly." "There's really no need-" Aaron hung up before the man could finish.
As the screen went dark, Aaron's expression turned stormy.
So Serena really... didn't care anymore? Restless, he stood and strode to the door, only to find Cynthia Lynwood standing there, holding a plate of strawberries.
"Aaron, are you heading out?" Cynthia's voice was subdued, her eyes downcast.
"Yeah." Aaron's reply was curt and chilly as he brushed past her, long strides carrying him down the hall.
Cynthia watched his retreating figure, her eyes clouding over.
Aaron had promised to marry her, but... Serena would always be a threat.
After leaving the hotel, Aaron drove straight to Serena's apartment.
He rang the doorbell several times, but there was no answer.
Instead, the neighbor across the hall opened her door.
She eyed Aaron curiously before speaking. "Excuse me, sir, are you here to see Miss Sullivan?" "Yes." Aaron's face was cold and impassive. When he noticed the neighbor seemed uneasy, he forced a smile only to watch her grown & even more nervous. So he abandoned the attempt and Λ continued with his icy demeanor. "Do you know where she is?" "I haven't seen Miss Sullivan for days. Ever since... I think it was three days ago she hasn't stepped outside, the neighbor said, avoiding O at the Aaron's gaze and staring up ceiling as she tried to recall. O "Actually, she seemed really out of it that day. I tried talking to her, but she didn't respond." Aaron's frown deepened.
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Without hesitation, he grabbed the fire axe from the hallway and m marched toward Serena's door. Muscles tense, he raised the axe and slammed it into the door.
The door shook violently, the wood splintering and warping under the force. Eventually, a crack appeared.
With a sharp yank, Aaron managed to wrench the door open.
The neighbor, stunned, finally snapped to her senses. She creptto the doorway and peeked at the mangled door, then stole a glance inside the apartment. The place was eerily quiet-no sign of movement, not even a whisper of sound.
"Maybe... Miss Sullivan isn't home?" she whispered.
Aaron ignored her and strode inside, his gaze sweeping over the familiar, cozy touches that instantly tugged at his memory.
The apartment was small-just a bedroom and a living room.
Aaron quickly reached the bedroom door.
He pushed it open-and his face drained of color.
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