NovelEnglishChapter 305 Allison slid into the driver's seat, buckled up, and whipped out her phone to make a call.
"I need you to pull the internal files for Reynolds Group," she instructed, her voice as cool as her icy gaze. Her fingers, pale and slender, drummed a steady rhythm on the steering wheel. "Also, geta reliable private investigator. I've got to look into Shawn." "Sure thing, Miss," cthe response.
With a flick of her wrist, Allison tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, hit the gas, and the car purred to life. The city was slipping into dusk, streetlights flickering on like stars. It was rush hour, and the roads were packed tighter than a tin of sardines. Her sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom was just another car in the never-ending traffic jam that could drive anyone nuts.
Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. Joshua. Even after the breakup, she'd kept his number, though it had been ages since it last popped up in her call log.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe hesitated to answer but thought better of it. Maybe it was about Lizzy. With a quick decision, she picked up. "Hey, what's up?" she said, voice cold and distant.
"The police just called," Joshua began. "They're working with the American authorities on a plan to rescue Lizzy." Allison's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching. "Do they think it'll work?" Joshua paused, his voice steady but uncertain. "They can't promise anything." She knew it too well. But when it cto her sister, hope was hard to suppress. After a brief silence, she asked, "Anything else?" Joshua hesitated, his voice dropping to a softer note. "Allie, I..." Allison instantly felt whatever he was about to say wasn't about Lizzy. Cutting him off, she said, "If that's all, I'm hanging up." "Wait," Joshua hurriedly added. "Allie, I'm sorry about what my grandma said to you. I apologize on her behalf." Allison didn't say a word. Her eyes drifted to the cars ahead, a sea of taillights stretching endlessly..
She couldn't pretend Grandma Emily's words hadn't stung.
On the other end, silence lingered, as if he was waiting for her to say something.
The air in the car felt oppressive. She cracked open the window, letting in a rush of cold air that cleared the tightness in her chest.
Finally, she heard herself say, with a breezy indifference, "No worries. It's not like I ever planned on marrying you." Before Joshua could reply, she ended the call. He didn't ring back.
By the tshe reached the Owens family estate, it was 9 p.m. Javier was with Linda at the hospital, and Lizz was missing. The sprawling house felt empty and hollow.
Her Rolls-Royce glided into the underground garage. She parked and took the elevator to the first-floor living room.
The housekeeper was mopping the floor. Seeing Allison, she offered a gentle smile. "Evening, Ms. Allison. Have you eaten?" Allison nodded, then remembered Linda. "Has Linda had dinner? Did someone take her food?" The housekeeper nodded. "Yes, Mr. Owens hired a cook to prepare meals for her at the hospital." "Great." Allison made her way upstairs. "You should get srest too." In her room, she stood by the large window, staring into space.
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Thoughts of her sister weighed heavily on her heart. She wanted to call the police for updates but En decided against it, knowing they were likely off duty.
After a while, something clicked in her mind. She opened a storage box.
Inside was a drawing.
Her eyes filled with emotion as she carefully picked up the artwork. It vel was one of Lizzy's.
The drawing showed their family of four, hands linked in a circle of m warmth and happiness Javier and Linda flanking Allison and Lizzy in the middle.
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