Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 28 - - who are you?

The old man wouldn't give up easily.

"If you can't get through, you just stop trying? Don't you know you should go to her workplace to pick her up?"

"Ahem—my wife is still in school!"

Fredy wisely reminded from behind the old man, earning a roll of the eyes from Albert Wilson. Was he his butler or just a lackey for the old man?

The old man then changed his approach.

"If you can't get through, can't you just go to her school and pick her up?"

Albert Wilson nearly choked with anger. He was already feeling inexplicably annoyed today, and now the old man was pressing him. He couldn't hold back his rage any longer.

"Old man, can you just drop it? I married her just to humiliate the Lancaster family—why do we have to act like a real husband and wife?"

"You brat! You, you..."

The old man's short temper couldn't tolerate such loud defiance. He exploded in anger, jumping up from his chair and searching for something to throw at him.

Fortunately, Fredy managed to grab him, but the old man glared at Albert Wilson, fuming.

"I don't care why you married her; if you've taken her as your wife, you'd better treat her well!"

After taking a sip of the water Fredy handed him, he continued his lecture.

"If she were some disreputable woman, it would be one thing, but just look at how good that girl is—she's simple and unassuming!"

Although he had only seen her once on the wedding day, his rich experience in assessing people led him to believe that this girl, despite her seemingly cold exterior, was actually kind-hearted and loving.

"You know it's impossible between us!"

Albert Wilson was starting to feel a headache from the old man's unreasonable behavior.

The old man was fully aware of everything going on in his life, so why was he still insisting that he get entangled with Cynthia?

The old man subdued his anger and looked at him earnestly.

"JC, let me tell you, no matter how deep your feelings are, if you haven't officially come together and established a name for it, it just means that your past-life bond wasn't strong enough for you to become a couple in this life!"

"And you and Cynthia, no matter the reasons behind your marriage, you are ultimately a couple now. So, you need to go and bring her back immediately!"

After saying that, the old man stubbornly directed him to comply.

"Unreasonable!"

He coldly spat out those two words and stormed off.

Driving aimlessly, his mind was in turmoil. He didn't know how long he had been wandering, but something about the old man's words—or perhaps something else entirely—compelled him to take out his phone again and dial her number. It was still off.

Checking the time, he realized it was getting late. As he listened to the cold prompt on the line, an uneasy feeling surged within him. With that thought, he turned the steering wheel towards her small apartment.

Parking downstairs, he hurriedly climbed the six flights of stairs. When he bought this place, Jim had given him a set of keys. He had thought he wouldn't need them and almost tossed them in the trash, but thankfully he kept them in his car, and today they came in handy.

Opening the door revealed a dark room. He fumbled around to turn on the light, and the sight that greeted him was a cozy, clean little space. Though small, it was well-furnished, with everything in its place, indicating that the owner was a careful and tidy person.

However, no matter how warm the house was, he had no mood to appreciate it. It was already late, and she still hadn't returned. Her phone had been off all day, and based on his usual meticulous analysis, he felt that something was definitely wrong.

He called Jim to check on her whereabouts and her school schedule for the day, then he took off his jacket and casually sat on her little sofa to wait.

He opened the shoe cabinet intending to find a pair of slippers, but discovered it only contained a single pair of her shoes. Frustrated, he kicked the cabinet door and had no choice but to walk around the house barefoot.

While waiting for the phone call, he took a closer look at her little nest. He admitted that when she had suggested wanting a house, he had mocked and looked down on her. He had expected her to choose a luxurious villa, yet she had opted for such a small place.

The bedroom was decorated in a soft green hue—green bedsheets, comforter, and pillowcases—all giving a refreshing and vibrant feel. On the balcony, a few of her clothes were drying, including her everyday wear and some cute little shorts. He frowned at the patterns on the shorts and couldn't help but mutter, "Childish!"

After checking out the bedroom, he walked over to the fridge for a bottle of water. When he bent down, he noticed a note taped to the fridge. Leaning in to read it, he saw it said: "Pig! Don't eat any more ice cream! Only one a day, or you'll really get fat like a pig!"

There were a series of exclamation points following the note, accompanied by a cartoon face looking pitiful and on the verge of tears. He looked at the childish gesture and couldn't help but smile, which soon turned into hearty laughter.

To be honest, he thought about her usual cold expressions when facing him and found it hard to connect her to such cute words. It seemed she wasn't as boring and cold as he had thought.

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Shaking his head with a smile, he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and tilted his head back to drink. Just then, the phone rang; it was Jim calling. He walked over, leaned against the sofa, and pressed the answer button.

"Boss, I checked the courses at the school. She does have classes today, but..."

Jim hesitated before continuing,

"But it's said that she skips class more often than she attends, so whether she's actually in class today is still uncertain!"

Skipping class? Albert Wilson rubbed his forehead, struggling to connect the image of a delinquent girl who skipped classes with her. Jim went on,

"Boss, there are no records of her leaving the country, either. She just seems to have disappeared!"

Albert Wilson's heart sank, as if someone had struck him hard in the chest, a sharp pain spreading through him instantly. He was thoroughly alarmed now; he couldn't even drink water and sat up from the sofa, clutching his phone tightly.

"Does she have anywhere else she could go?"

Jim sighed,

"That's really hard to trace. Her classmates say she rarely comes to class, and they have no idea where she goes or what she does!"

"Keep searching!"

His voice suddenly turned icy.

"I can't believe BlackRock can't find a living person! What are those useless people doing every day if they can't locate someone?"

At midnight, Cynthia's little apartment was still brightly lit.

She hadn't returned by this time, while Albert Wilson and the others had spent the whole night in vain, still without any news. He had also asked Doreen Lancaster, albeit indirectly, but she hadn't returned to the Lancaster family today. He checked with the school, and it turned out she hadn't attended a single class.

There were no records of her entering or leaving the country, her phone was unreachable, and her former dorm mates had no clue about what she had been up to.

The old man had called several times in between, and he could only tell the truth that she was missing, which led to another round of furious scolding from the old man, leaving him half dead with anger.

He felt unsettled, frustrated, and panicked. For the first time in his life, he was thrown off balance for someone. Only later did he realize that this feeling was called worrying about someone.

Now, he didn't know whether to report her missing or to issue a global alert through BlackRock to find her. If he reported it, the police wouldn't take action until 24 hours had passed since her disappearance, and he feared for her safety by that time. On the other hand, if he issued a BlackRock alert, he was concerned that his excessive care for her would attract more attention from his enemies.

He spent the entire night in her small apartment, tossing and turning, unable to sleep until dawn. Various dreadful thoughts surfaced and faded away in his mind, only to re-emerge. Where on earth had she gone? Had she been kidnapped or something else? Was she in danger?

Last night, Bonnie was suddenly awakened by an unfamiliar phone call. Just as she was about to curse, a deep male voice came through the line,

"Do you know where she is?"

"Who... who are you?"

She nearly lost her mind, her teeth chattering in fear. God, this wasn't fair; even though she had just watched a horror story before sleeping, it didn't mean she had to face a real-life horror in front of her.

"Albert Wilson!"