Chapter 262 Caleb Deleted a Message
In the study of Scott Villa, Marlowe sat in the chair, her head slightly bowed, feeling a bit nervous and out of place.
Earlier at the hotel, she had managed to relax a bit because there were people around. With Lila by her side, she didn't want to show her anxiety in front of Grant and Michelle, so she tried hard to keep her nerves in check.
She thought she was doing a good job hiding it, but Caspian's sharp eyes had already seen through her.
"Marlowe, I asked you here to talk about you and Grant," Caspian said kindly, a gracious smile on his face. He didn't call her out, just kept it friendly.
Caspian was trying to make her feel at ease, like this was just a simple chat.
Facing such a kind and gentle Caspian, she felt both familiar and strange. The strangeness came from the fact that she had become his daughter-in-law, creating a barrier in her heart that made her feel indebted to Caspian. If it weren't for her, Caspian wouldn't be troubled by Grant's matters.
A few days ago, she heard from Lila that because she and Grant had secretly gotten married, Caspian was so angry that he ended up in the hospital.
To be honest, she felt very guilty when she heard about it so she said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
Caspian looked at her and sighed heavily, "I should be the one apologizing to you. I apologize for Grant holding you back. I should have guided him better."
Marlowe suddenly looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You don't blame me?"
For the past few years, besides the fact that Grant didn't bring her to the Scott Villa, the bigger reason was that she felt she didn't dare to face Caspian.
"Why would I blame you?" Caspian said, even belittling Grant, "It's his great fortune that you like him. He's so lucky, but it seems he doesn't deserve your affection."
Marlowe bit her lip and didn't respond.
The more Caspian looked at her, the guiltier he felt. If he could have stopped it back then, perhaps Marlowe wouldn't have to bear so much.
Originally, Marlowe was a cheerful and loving girl, but now she was so sensitive and melancholic.
By the time Grant returned to the Scott Villa, Marlowe had already left.
Caspian also used the excuse of being tired to avoid seeing him.
Then Grant hurried back to the North Courtyard, where the apartment was dark and desolate.
He frowned, his face growing darker.
He didn't know why, but a sudden panic surged in his heart, as if he was about to lose something precious.
He then went down to Victoria's apartment.
He rang the doorbell for a few minutes, but there was no response.
Marlowe's phone was out of service, and she blacklisted his Facebook.
Kevin had been silently following behind, not daring to make a sound.
He felt that Grant at this moment was like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment, so he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Just as this thought formed, Grant's cold and terrifying voice came to his ears. "Give me your phone."
Kevin quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it over.
Grant found the contact labeled "Mrs. Scott" and immediately dialed. Surprisingly, it connected.
Marlowe had once again challenged his limits, blocking his calls and Facebook.
Grant's brow furrowed just as Marlowe's soft voice came through. "Kevin, what's up?"
"Where are you?" Grant gritted his teeth, his chiseled features dark and terrifying, the muscles in his cheeks visibly tense.
Marlowe, still in the car, froze for a moment upon hearing the familiar voice, then promptly hung up without a word.
The next second, she also blocked Kevin's number.
Grant, who had been hung up on, had a dark, deep gaze filled with chilling coldness.
Kevin stood to the side, heart pounding, his eyes fixed on his phone.
He was afraid it would be thrown out; it had cost him thousands of dollars.
"Mr. Scott, my phone..." Kevin looked like in an attempt to stifle his fright, yet only to be very terrible at it.
Grant shot him a cold glance and tossed the phone back. Kevin quickly reached out to catch it.
"I only give you half an hour to find out where she is." Grant's face was livid and gloomy as he said this, then turned and left.
Kevin, having worked for Grant for ages, knew the drill.
As soon as Grant turned to leave, Kevin whipped out his phone and started making calls, giving out instructions left and right.
When Grant was completely out of sight, Kevin tried calling Marlowe himself, only to find out his number had been blocked, too.
Honestly, given tonight's drama, anyone would be pissed. If he were Marlowe, he wouldn't want to talk to Grant, either.
Half an hour later, Kevin approached Grant, shaking. "Mr. Scott, we can't find Mrs. Scott."
Grant was lounging on the living room couch, legs crossed, one arm draped over the couch's edge, and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He took a deep drag, puffing a thick, choking cloud of smoke. The sharp, pungent smell hit him in the chest, making it hard to tell if the discomfort was from the smoke or something else.
He squinted his eyes, exuding a wild, dark, and arrogant vibe. The air around him seemed to thin, and Grant looked like a beast ready to snap.
The living room was dead silent for a moment before Grant's cold lips parted slightly, "Reason." His voice was colder than winter frost.
Kevin had never heard him say he couldn't find someone before.
Kevin swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Someone's hidden her whereabouts. We can't find her. Even when we get a lead, it's quickly erased."
Kevin hadn't seen Grant like this in a long time. Not even when Abigail died did he act this way. Back then, he just drowned his sorrows in alcohol, and people thought he might be suicidal.
But Kevin knew the truth. Grant wasn't the type to die for a woman, even if he had truly fallen for Abigail back then.
After Marlowe hung up on Grant, Nancy stopped the car.
Nancy turned to her and said respectfully, "Ms. Rivera, we're here."
A silver Cayenne was parked in front of a villa.
Marlowe didn't wonder why Grant called. She had already decided to divorce him, so there was nothing to discuss except the divorce.
Nancy was someone Marlowe had contacted last minute. Victoria had given Marlowe a number, saying if she needed help and couldn't reach Victoria, she should call Nancy, who would help her with anything.
After leaving the Scott Villa, Marlowe called Victoria, but no one answered, so she called Nancy directly.
Marlowe thought she would have to explain a lot before Nancy believed her.
To her surprise, as soon as she said her name, Nancy came to pick her up without asking anything.
Marlowe also mentioned that she didn't want anyone to know her whereabouts, and Nancy agreed.
Nancy had actually received instructions from Victoria beforehand.
"Did Victoria ask you to bring me here?" Marlowe was stunned by the luxurious villa in front of her.
Marlowe just needed a place to stay, somewhere discreet. She hadn't expected to stay in a villa. Living alone in such a big place was too lonely. She didn't like it.
Nancy explained, "Don't worry. There's housekeeping to clean. You just need to stay here. This is the most discreet place right now, and not just anyone can get in."
The villa was in a prime location, with only 33 units.
Each one was hard to buy and had already been sold out.
This one was Villa No. 3.
Before Marlowe could sigh, Nancy added, "Victoria said you can ask for anything. If you don't like Villa No. 3, there are also No. 6, No. 9, and No. 15. You can choose any one of them."
Marlowe's mouth opened slightly, then closed.
Each villa here was worth hundreds of millions of dollars, yet Nancy mentioned them so casually.
Grant called Alexander several times. The first call rang until it disconnected, the second did the same, and the third was directly hung up.
Grant then asked in the group chat: [Where's Alexander?]
Caleb was always the first to reply in the group.
Caleb: [The party isn't over yet. He took Victoria home, probably in a hurry to have sex.]
Garrett: [Don't delete that message.]
A minute later, Caleb deleted that message.
In the master bedroom of Serenity Grove Manor, the phone, thrown carelessly on the carpet, looked lonely compared to the two entwined figures on the bed.
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