Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

On the other side.

Khebury.

In the conference room, Luther sat at the long table, supporting his chin with one hand. His handsome face was tense; he hadn’t been able to sleep for days, feeling extremely anxious. Even though he knew Joyce might have been taken to Rohomes, he had no clue where exactly she was. Up until now, he hadn’t received any useful information.

Cecelia sat opposite Luther, with Chinn also present. Aaron, Casey, and other important figures around Luther were all in the conference room. Despite several days of efforts from various sectors, they still had no leads. The other party’s movements were perfect, leaving no traces. They could only rely on speculation now.

Cecelia held a pen in her hand, turning it left and right. She was thinking and waiting for a call.

Aaron spoke up, “Mr. Warner, the money you instructed me to give to the intelligence department has been delivered, but they haven’t reported any news in the past two days. Could it be that they never intended to tell us anything? Or maybe they have some level of cooperation with the other side.”

Chinn, although Iris’s instructor, held a high rank within the military faction. He shook his head, “No way. Intelligence agencies have their own rules. If that were the case, they wouldn’t have taken the money in the first place. Since there’s no news, it means they truly don’t know.”

“Who in Rohomes is so powerful? Moving without a trace,” Casey frowned. He was usually involved in business and didn’t understand these matters at all.

“Casey, you should leave now. I need to go to Rohomes. From today on, you will handle all the affairs of the group. Don’t bother me unless it’s something catastrophic,” Luther waved his hand.

“Yes, Mr. Warner.” Casey stood up. He had originally come to help gather information but now realized he couldn’t be of any use. The best he could do was ensure that group affairs didn’t distract Mr. Warner.

After leaving, Casey sighed deeply. The current situation felt like those years when Joyce had disappeared. Mr. Warner had no heart for business and focused entirely on finding Joyce while Casey managed the group on his behalf. Fortunately, over the years, he had become adept at it. This time he could shoulder the responsibility again. He just hoped they could find Mrs. Warner soon and avoid repeating history.

The conference room fell silent again.

Cecelia hadn’t spoken much; after settling Anderson and Iris at school, she came over to help find a solution. She had mobilized all available forces within the military faction over these days, both domestically and internationally, leveraging relationships friendly with the Heath family’s military faction. If Joyce were in the country, things wouldn’t be so complicated. Reaching into another country was not easy; she found herself more confused than ever before.

Anderson was perceptive and couldn’t be kept in the dark; she had explained everything to him clearly. Iris hadn’t seen her mom for days and although they kept telling her that her mom was away on business, Iris sensed something was wrong. Cecelia hoped Anderson could keep his sister calm and not cause more trouble.

Thinking of Wilson and Cullen still in their infancy made Cecelia’s heart ache even more.

At this moment.

Luther’s phone rang.

It was Kane calling.

Luther answered and put it on speaker.

Kane’s voice came through, “Brother-in-law, I’ve arrived at Eastern Capital. The branch office is set up here in the city center with everything you asked me to bring along. But I can’t find any information here; it’s crowded outside with people coming and going everywhere I look. How am I supposed to find her? I don’t even know if she’s in Eastern Capital! What should I do next?”

Luther remained silent.

Kane continued, “I know I shouldn’t complain to you but searching for a needle in a haystack requires some direction from you! Do you have any news? Who took my sister?”

“No news,” Luther replied, “We don’t know who took her.”

“So what do we do? What should I do?” Kane sounded desperate.

“Keep looking around discreetly; run the branch office as usual so no one suspects it’s just a front base. I’ll contact you as soon as I get any information,” Luther hung up.

For days now he had been receiving such calls without any new leads; honestly speaking it was driving him crazy-he didn’t want any more such calls.

Aaron sighed heavily, “Are we just waiting for Mrs. Warner to contact us? If she hasn’t reached out yet she must be under control… who knows what condition she’s in now.”

Cecelia suddenly made a gesture.

“Shh,” she placed her index finger on her lips.

“Darrin is calling.”

Her voice trembled slightly; she had been waiting for this call all along.

Darrin was initially sent on a secret mission but now that mission might change.

Luther’s expression sharpened; Darrin had been stationed in Rohomes on a covert operation making regular contact difficult-only Darrin could provide special intel now.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Everyone perked up listening intently.

Darrin reported over the phone: “Madam Commander.”

“Any news about Joyce?” Cecelia asked immediately.

“No.”

Darrin’s answer disappointed everyone.

Luther’s face darkened too.

“But…” Darrin continued after a pause “I’ve learned something else which might be related.”

“Speak quickly,” Luther urged impatiently.

Darrin said: “My original mission can now be disclosed-I came to Rohomes to monitor royal disturbances-and recently there have indeed been disturbances within Rohomes’ royal family involving two key events: Firstly yesterday there was an anomaly among East Palace guards resulting reportedly in punishment for all guards suggesting internal issues; Secondly-the emperor is critically ill beyond cure likely having only days left causing inevitable major upheaval within royalty given ongoing fierce power struggles for succession.”

Luther stood abruptly: “You mean Joyce’s disappearance might be linked with Rohomes’ royal family?”