Lost Me Gained Regret

"Alright, I'm on it."

Seeing her frustration boiling over, the assistant quickly seized the moment to leave.

The ringtone of the phone pierced the silence.

Summer glanced at the caller ID and answered in a cool tone, "Hello, Mr. Larson, what's up?"

Lately, there hadn't been any moves from Bella's end, likely she had dropped her suspicions.

With her resources flowing in, and after shooting for several magazines back to back, everyone seemed to be in her corner, showering her with praise every day.

Gradually, she started to feel a bit above it all, even Mark Larson didn't seem as important in her eyes anymore.

Mark, holding a photo just handed to him by an underling, asked coldly, "Has anyone been in your room these past few days?"

"Nope." Summer truthfully said, "I've got cameras installed, and my phone never buzzed with any alerts."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!" Summer sounded somewhat exasperated. "Mr. Larson, you're worrying too much. If something was really wrong, do you think I'd still be here filming this show so carefree?"

After so many days without incident, she believed Bella had let go of any suspicions.

Mark scoffed coldly, "Bella went to see Jane this afternoon!"

The photo he was holding was of Bella getting in and out of her car in the Elmwood Villas underground parking lot.

Summer paused for a moment, then quickly pressed on, "And? Did Jane go back to Cloud Villas with her?"

"No." It was this uncertainty that had Mark unsure as well.

a sigh of relief and became more confident, "Well, there you go. If Jane was really her daughter, why would she skip staying in a big mansion? Bella probably

"Are you sure?"

frowned, "You think they've recognized

"Shouldn't I be suspicious?"

better swing by Vista Town and figure out

this morning, and nothing seemed off. I don't want to run back to

be allowing Summer to use her resources. Compared to verifying Mark's baseless suspicions, getting more screen time on the show was

darkened, his gaze turned sharp, and he

me say

his notebook, gently caressing it, and warned in a chilling tone, "From today onwards,

for Summer to respond, Mark

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dragging everything down

to close the curtains, shrouding himself in shadows, and dialed a number

"Yes, BOSS."

voice on the other end was respectful, "Kane boarded this morning; I drove them to the

"Got it."

eyes, then asked, "How's the task I gave

...

I woke up before my

my room than the doorbell

slightly annoyed, "Don't you have a fingerprint, why didn't

"Well..."

the master bedroom,

interrupting; he's

"What brings