Chapter 68 Gone Without a Trace

“What did you do to her? You dare touch my woman? Are you tired of living?!”

Just moments ago, the man had been cocky and simug.

But upon realizing the man grabbing his collar was none other than the infamous heir to the Jones Corporation, he immediately shrank like a quail.

He nervously ducked his head and stammered, “Mr. John, please don’t hurt me! I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I–I wouldn’t have the guts to touch your woman even if I had a death wish!”

“Felix, what’s going on?”

Just as John was about to rough the man up, a woman in a towel came rushing out of the bathroom.

Seeing her partner being choked by the collar, she turned pale in fright.

She grabbed Felix’s arm and said with a trembling voice, “Mr. John, what did my Felix do to offend you? He…”

“Where’s Lily?”

John hadn’t expected there to be another woman in the room.

That made it unlikely the man had laid a hand on Lily right in front of someone else.

Realizing that, the murderous fury around him, began to ease—just a little.

Still, he had no intention of letting the man gó

His voice was cold and sharp, sending a chill down the spine. “Talk.”

“Lily…”

The man and woman exchanged glances.

And in the next second, both seemed to reach the same realization.

They spoke almost in unison. “Are you talking about the previous guest, Mr. John? We checked in this evening. She must’ve checked out already. You could ask the front desk.”

already

second on them. He let go of Felix’s collar, turned on his

front desk confirmed it–Lily had indeed

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eyes darkened, growing

icy expression softened, and a

this late at night,

a change

marital home to surprise him on his

filled his chest

his car keys and

his birthday, Lily would not only make him gifts by hand–she’d also bake him a cake and

the warmth and intimacy waiting for him, a rare flush crept up the back of John’s

“Lily!”

main house and ran straight into

time of night in past years, the place would be glowing with lights, and he’d

the scent of

had drifted for half his life–had finally found a place to call

living room was

wasn’t even the slightest

upstairs,

quickly spread

the possibility that

to prove something, he didn’t even bother turning on

stairs.

was

she had

believe that on his birthday…

standing frozen in the hallway for a moment, he finally stepped into her

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space seemed even emptier than

No birthday gift.

No birthday cake.

No lovingly prepared meal.

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