Chapter 836

Lucian Graves had come to terms with the fact that he would never be the man he once was.

Rosalind Fairchild had loved him deeply before, but now, whenever she looked at his face, he could see the hesitation in her eyes. That was why she recoiled from his touch, why she stiffened whenever he reached for her.

Tonight, he had lost control.

"Understood. You may go."

"Very well."

Nathaniel bowed slightly before exiting the office.

Left alone, Lucian stared at his phone screen. Rosalind hadn't responded to any of his messages.

A bitter smile twisted his lips. Still, he typed out one last word. [Goodnight.]

Rosalind spent the next two days resting. Today, Lillian Sinclair was finally returning home, so she rose early, preparing all of her sister’s favorite things.

Just then, Victoria burst into the room, her face pale. "We have a problem!"

Rosalind froze. "What is it?"

"That troublesome worker—the one who was about to settle—he was ready to take the money and sign the agreement. The whole mess would have been over. But your father just called. The man has vanished! No one can find him."

Rosalind’s stomach dropped. "Vanished? What do you mean vanished? If something happens to him, this scandal will explode all over again!"

"Exactly what your father fears. That man was our key witness, and now he’s gone."

This wasn’t a coincidence. Someone had orchestrated this.

Only one name came to mind.

She stepped away and dialed a number.

The call connected, and a familiar, mocking voice answered. "Rosalind. To what do I owe the pleasure? I didn’t think you’d have time for me."

Julian Blackwood.

Her grip tightened on the phone. "Did you take that worker? What have you done to him?"

Julian laughed, cold and cruel. "I have no idea what you're talking about. The man disappeared? What a shame. What if he’s dead? Then Whitmore Holdings will never clear its name, and you—well, you’re finished. Haha!"

Rage burned through her veins. "You’re despicable!"

"I heard the Whitmores are arranging a marriage alliance with the Ashfords. You refuse me, but you’ll marry Julian Ashford? Why? Let me make one thing clear—if I can’t have you, no one will. I’ll destroy you myself!" His voice was wild, unhinged.

There was no doubt now. Julian had taken the worker.

"You’re insane!"

"Haha—"

The line went dead.

Rosalind’s hands trembled. She had never imagined Julian would go this far. If that worker died because of him, everything would be ruined.

She had to find him.

She turned to Victoria. "Double the search efforts. We can’t let anything happen to him!"

"We’ve looked everywhere. Nothing."

Then there was only one person left who could help.

"I’m going out," Rosalind said, already rushing toward the door.