Chapter 26
Those who once despised Deborah and wished her dead were now desperately searching for her because they realized she was more than a nuisance. She was the key to a comfortable life-a life they had taken for granted and no longer wanted to live without. However, the ones who suffered the most from her disappearance were Deborah's relatives. They had conveniently claimed to be her family but had never cared about her well-being. And now they were going crazy, moving heaven and earth to find her. Unfortunately for them, they had no idea where to start looking or who to ask about her whereabouts. Because, to them, Deborah didn't have any friends.
"Still nothing?" Frederick asked, nervous because he didn't have the money to pay his share of that supposed big business he was investing in.
"No, Dad," Ernest grimaced. "My friend can't do a proper investigation because that stupid woman doesn't even have a social media presence to start an internet search." "What about the email she created for school?" Cassandra remembered. "That doesn't help us much because we need to have an email she sent us recently to track her IP address," explained her blond twin. "And the problem is she never had a cell phone-Roger never bought her one; you know, we always called the apartment whenever we needed to reach her." "Tch... this idiot. How can a person live like that?" Vanessa complained, scratching her head in frustration.
"No idea, Mom, but now it angers me to know it's because of us that we can't find her. After all, we were the ones who wished she would live like a ghost," Casandra said, making a face.
"The important thing now is to find her so my beloved son-in-law can regain his status and give us that loan we so desperately need," Vanessa voiced.
"That's right because I was counting on that money, which I've already spent," Frederick declared in frustration. The calls from debt collectors would start soon, something he wished to avoid because it could ruin their image as a wealthy family.
Amidst this desperation, they had gone to Deborah's old room to see if she had left any clues or hints about where to start looking.
Meanwhile, Roger was also struggling, feeling immensely frustrated with the whole
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situation. He had another argument with Sophia and no longer wanted to answer her calls for the time being... He was starting to wonder: Was she always this demanding and needy?
But he couldn't dwell much on that or try to fix the problem because he had other issues at the moment: Work. It was terrible-being a simple employee was
something he couldn't tolerate anymore, especially knowing that his younger brother would now be the CEO of the company.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize someone had approached him. The person knocked on the door to get his attention.
"Hey, Roger," spoke a guy with short hair of a peculiar blue color. "I'm still waiting for your proposals for the new collection, and you know time is ticking." Roger frowned upon hearing the call, knowing that he hadn't made much progress." I'm working on it, boss," he said begrudgingly.
"Okay," the guy said, turning to check on the work of the other team members.
Roger simply rolled his eyes and looked at his sketchbook with frustration because he still didn't have anything new and innovative to show, just simple doodles..
"Tch..." he was really in a tight spot because he wasn't good at designing jewelry. He knew the difference between real and fake jewelry, but designing wasn't his forte. The designs he had shown before were ones his mother had gotten for him, and he doubted miracles happened twice. Roger felt cornered.
He needed some words of encouragement or support right now, but since he was fighting with Sophia... he couldn't count on that.
Then he remembered how Deborah had encouraged him when he was working on these difficult projects, and she would sometimes give her honest opinion or even help to correct a design to make it look better.
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