Chapter 452 Disappeared
After visiting Anna in prison, George was overwhelmed with a whirlwind of emotions and headed home without hesitation. All he could think about was seeing Emma and making up for his past mistakes. But when he arrived, the house was eerily quiet, and Emma was nowhere to be found.
"Emma! Emma!" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty rooms, but there was no response. Anxiety washed over him like a tidal wave. He tried calling her phone, but it was turned off.
Minutes ticked by, and as night fell, his unease grew. His shoes made faint sounds on the floor as he searched the house, but still, there was no sign of Emma. Finally, a servant entered, noticing his distressed expression and sighed quietly.
"Mr. Russell, are you looking for Mrs. Russell?" the servant asked.
"Where is she?" George asked urgently.
"She seemed unwell when she came home earlier today and suddenly fainted," the servant explained softly. "A man with a child took her to the hospital, and she hasn't returned since."
"Who was that man?"
"He said his name was Michael, claiming to be Mrs. Russell's friend. They seemed to have a close relationship," the servant replied honestly.
"I see," George said, turning to leave in a hurry, his thoughts in turmoil. This was all connected to Michael. Could Emma have gone back to Sunterra with him? The thought filled him with despair.
George stepped out into the night, the darkness pressing down on him. He dialed Emma's number repeatedly, but each time he was met with the cold, unyielding sound of her phone being off. It felt like searching for a needle in a haystack; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any response. His mind raced through countless possible places, but he could only wander aimlessly.
Desperate, he reached out to his friends, each inquiry carrying his mounting anxiety, but the results were always disappointing. No one knew where Emma was, as if she had vanished when he needed her most.
With growing despair, he rushed to the hospital.
"I'm looking for Emma. She was brought in today. Can you tell me where she is?" he asked the nurse at the reception, his voice filled with urgency.
"I'm sorry; we can't provide patient information," the nurse's response was like a cold splash of water on his face, his heart sinking instantly.
He wanted to say something but found himself at a loss for words. He walked out of the hospital, swallowed by the night, the neon lights of the street unable to pierce the darkness in his heart.
George drove frantically through every corner of the city, as if caught in an endless chase. He went to Emma's favorite coffee shop, questioned every staff member, even tried to check the surveillance footage, hoping to find any trace of her.
But disappointment awaited him, as the staff shook their heads repeatedly.
"I understand," he said, gripping the steering wheel, his heart heavy.
Just as he felt suffocated, his phone rang suddenly. It was Joshua calling, and he answered immediately, hoping for some good news.
"Mr. Russell, I'm doing everything I can to find Mrs. Russell, but there's no trace of her," Joshua's voice came through the phone.
George's heart tightened, unable to accept this outcome.
"I've checked every lead. Someone deliberately erased Mrs. Russell's tracks. The only person capable of this is Michael," Joshua's words extinguished the last flicker of hope in George's heart.
"Michael? Where did he take her?" Anger and worry intertwined within him, his imagination running wild. He feared Michael might have imprisoned Emma, and even more terrifying was the thought that Emma might have willingly left with Michael.
"I don't know, Mr. Russell. If Mrs. Russell went willingly, it's even more complicated."
He couldn't wait any longer; he needed answers!
He had to find Emma and get to the bottom of this!
George clutched his phone, his mind a whirlwind. He knew time was of the essence, and he had to act quickly. Then he remembered someone who could help him—Zachary.
George's car roared as it pulled up in front of the Auris Group building. If he could persuade Zachary, he might find out where Emma was. Despite their strained relationship, the current crisis forced him to set aside their differences.
As soon as he entered, the security guard stopped him, "Sorry, you can't go in."
"I'm George, I need to see Zachary urgently!"
"The former president of the Russell Group? I've heard you're down on your luck. I never expected you'd come to see Mr. Baker at this hour. Not here to borrow money, are you?" The guard scrutinized him with a mocking gaze.
The employees working late turned to George.
"Is that the once-glorious George?" a woman whispered, her voice tinged with schadenfreude.
"I've never seen him so pathetic," another colleague chimed in.
George's face darkened, but he wasn't defeated by their ridicule. He took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation, trying to appear composed, "I must see Zachary."
"Mr. Baker isn't someone you can just see," the guard insisted, unmoved.
"Move aside, I just need to see Zachary!" George's urgency was palpable, but he had to swallow his pride. He'd rather endure this humiliation than miss any chance to find Emma.
He stood in the lobby, waiting. He didn't care about the whispers around him, his anxiety growing. As time passed, the laughter and chatter around him became deafening, even drowning out his own heartbeat.
Countless thoughts crossed his mind: Where was Emma? Was she in danger because of Michael? The worry tormented him, making him suffer.
Two hours of silent waiting, the laughter around him becoming more painful.
"Poor guy, still here? He's been waiting for two whole hours," someone sneered.
Just as he was about to waver, the lobby doors finally opened, and a tall, distinguished man walked in—Zachary. His presence instantly drew everyone's attention.
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