Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After

Chapter 902:noveldrama

Collin’s face darkened with concern. “When everything looks normal, that’s exactly what worries me most.”

After a thoughtful moment, he asked, “Have you looked into those isolated neighborhoods on the edges of Grester?”

His subordinate paused before responding. “You think Gorman might have taken Ms. Brooks out of the city?”

Standing nearby, Dustin chimed in with surprise. “Collin, isn’t Gorman the type who craves luxury? How would he stand living somewhere so remote? The outskirts are crawling with all sorts of shady characters. Would he really expose Linsey to that?”

“What if staying hidden matters more to him right now than comfort?” Collin responded quietly.

Dustin fell silent, struck by the possibility. He couldn’t wrap his mind around Gorman hiding Linsey in such poor surroundings just to disappear for a short while. The reasoning behind such a move completely escaped him.

“There’s no record of Gorman buying tickets at any station, airport, or harbor in Grester,” the subordinate explained, frustration etched on his face. “If he’s truly not in the city, those remote, rundown areas might be our best bet. I’m sorry. I’ll send our people to gather information there right away.”

Collin’s voice hardened with urgency. “Grester’s outskirts teem with a shifting, diverse population that will complicate our search considerably. Deploy additional teams and locate Gorman with the utmost haste.”

“I’m on it.”

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝔤𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[.]𝖼𝗈𝗆

After the subordinate departed, Dustin released a frustrated curse under his breath. “What twisted purpose drives Gorman to such desperate measures—snatching Linsey and her daughter away? Is he deluded enough to think forced proximity will lead to marriage?”

Collin responded with grave intensity, “Gorman understands all too well that Linsey detests such manipulation. He must be wielding other pressures against her will. Whatever his methods, finding Linsey swiftly remains our imperative.”

Dustin observed the shadow of concern darkening Collin’s features and felt a profound weight settle in his chest. The labyrinth of complications between Collin and Linsey seemed woven into the very fabric of their lives. He harbored a genuine hope that after weathering this storm, they might finally engage in honest conversation and cease their perpetual dance of missed connections.

Suddenly, another knock echoed through the office door.

A subordinate entered and announced, “Mr. Riley, Mr. Wade, Ms. Walton has arrived.”

At this news, Collin exchanged a glance with Dustin, each recognizing the significance reflected in the other’s eyes. They both understood that Haven’s perfectly timed appearance might deliver the crucial intelligence they needed about Linsey’s situation.

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