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

them. He let go of Felix’s collar,

later, the front desk confirmed it–Lily had

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eyes darkened, growing colder by the

clicked. His icy expression softened, and a rare warmth surfaced on his impossibly

friends in Capital City. Checking out this late at night,

must’ve had a change of

home to surprise him on

thought filled his chest

he grabbed his car keys and rushed

not only make him gifts by hand–she’d also bake him a

warmth and intimacy waiting for him, a rare

“Lily!”

house and ran straight into the

place would be glowing with lights, and he’d catch the faint

the

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

the living

the slightest trace of

upstairs, waiting for

ache quickly spread from

dare consider the possibility

even bother turning

stairs.

room was

she had never returned

that on his birthday… she wouldn’t be

a moment, he finally stepped into her room and turned on

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space seemed even emptier than

No birthday gift.

No birthday cake.

No lovingly prepared meal.

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