Chapter 481 Where Is She
Star gripped her phone tightly, her voice steady but surprised.
"How would I know? You left so quickly. Did something happen at the company?"
"Lilian is missing."
"Isn't she performing at Aetherwell? How could she be missing?"
"She vanished right before the show."
"Could it be because you came with me to the banquet and she got upset?"
Star tried to comfort him, but her hand was cold and sweaty, and her eyes were dark.
Her return banquet had turned into a disaster.
After Jackson left, Dominic and Susan tried to smooth things over, but the guests were all gossiping. Some even looked at her with disdain, and she overheard a few young ladies mocking her, saying she couldn't even wear high heels anymore.
Suppressing her emotions, Star asked, "Is Lilian's phone off too? Jackson, don't worry. Once we find her, I'll help explain everything."
"Okay." Jackson's voice was cold, but he responded softly.
"Sorry for ruining your return banquet. I'll make it up to you with a gift."
Upon hearing Jackson's words, Star felt a small sense of relief, and her voice unconsciously softened.
"I'm fine. You should focus on finding Lillian first. I won't keep you any longer. And take care of yourself, alright?"
Jackson responded with a gentle tone, but his face remained devoid of warmth. His voice and demeanor carried an unmistakable distance.
After ending the call, Jackson turned to Harry with a new command.
"Put someone on the Price family's tail."
Harry glanced back, puzzled. "Mr. Frane, do you think this is connected to the Price family?"
Jackson wasn't sure. He still didn't know whether Lillian had run away or something else had happened. But Star's reaction had been unusual. Given her own experience with abductions, it was strange that her first thought was that Lillian might have gone into hiding out of anger.
Jackson found it odd. He was growing increasingly suspicious of everyone around him now that Lillian was missing.
He rubbed his temple and said, "Susan wants me to marry Star, so the Price family might have a motive. Check up on Barry and Ambrose. Lillian couldn't have just vanished without help—someone's aiding her."
Jackson hoped, however, that Lillian was acting alone and that she wouldn't have gone far. He was eager to find her quickly.
But to his frustration, every corner of Aetherwell had been scoured, and there was no trace of Lillian. The venue's security footage conveniently malfunctioned during the time she went missing, and with so many people backstage, it was impossible to sift through the chaos. Outside the venue, traffic was a constant buzz.
Aetherwell, being a coastal city with numerous docks and intersections, had its train stations, bus terminals, and airports thoroughly searched. Yet, Lillian's whereabouts remained a mystery; it was as if she had vanished into thin air.
When Jackson and his team arrived at Ambrose's temporary office in Aetherwell, Ambrose was lounging behind his desk, looking casual.
Hearing the noise, Ambrose looked up, meeting Jackson's gaze—one full of casual ease, the other cold and piercing.
"Mr. Frane, such anger might scare people. Why not take a breath and have a glass of water?"
Ambrose offered a freshly poured glass of water with a raised eyebrow.
Jackson didn't take it. Instead, Jackson suddenly leaned forward, grabbing Ambrose by the collar and yanking him out of his chair. His voice was steely as he demanded, "My wife was with the dance troupe, and now she's gone. Mr. Kelly, don't you think you owe me an explanation? Where is she?!"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
