âOkay, Ariana replied without hesitation, resolved to give up her career in Eleymond for Melonâs treatment.
Attempting to book tickets on her phone, Ariana suddenly recalled its earlier mishap in the water basin during her panicked state.
Her phone, damaged and unresponsive, wouldnât turn on.
Seeing this, Mitchel took out his phone and opened the booking software.
âLet me buy the tickets for you.
Iâll go back to Melcorn with you.
I can help you with all this.
â
Ariana nodded gratefully.
âOkay, thank you.
â
Throughout the entire afternoon, Holden couldnât reach Ariana on the phone.
He dialed her number every ten minutes, but not a single call was answered.
Every attempt landed straight in voicemail.
Growing increasingly vexed, Holden paced his office, battling to contain his impatience.
He fought back the urge to head straight to Arianaâs villa.
After a long, wearisome day, Holden arrived home in the evening.
As soon as he stepped inside, he found Adele waiting by the door, lifting his spirits a bit.
Picking up Adele, he headed towards the living room.
After spending some time playing with Adele, Holden discovered that Sadie was not at home.
âWhere is Sadie?â Holden casually asked a servant while playing with Adele.
âMiss Pierre went out earlier.
She mentioned sheâd be attending a party with friends and wonât be back tonight,â the servant replied.
Internally scoffing, Holden chose to stay silent.
Lately, Sadie had been making a habit of staying out late, either dining with her work agent or hanging out with her friends.
He had a fair idea of her scheme but opted not to interfere.
Just then, a message popped in from the dark web contact.
âMr.
Fredrick, Theodore Andersonâs information has been messed with, no doubts.
â
Holden asked, âWhat about his past records?â
He waited eagerly for a response.
The reply came after a while.
âALL wiped clean.
We tried to dig, but itâs like a black hole.
This looks like Zaydenâs handiwork.
â
âZayden,â Holden muttered, narrowing his gaze and letting out a sardonic laugh.