Chapter 136 Gabby Is Dead? He Doesn’t Believe It!
Vincent
So much time had passed, and still–no sign of Gabby.
I was losing my damn mind.
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I had pulled every string I could, tapped into every resource at my disposal. I even made regular trips to Oracle Attomeys, hoping to find Ryan–praying he had some leads on Gabby. But every time I showed up, he was nowhere to found.
After pressing some people for answers, I finally learned that why Ryan wasn’t at the firm–he had left for a business trip to Oracle Attorneys‘ Bellton branch.
Bellton? At a time like this, Ryan decided to take a business trip?
Gabby was still missing, and he just packed up and left? Wasn’t he the one who kept saying in Haborbrook to keep searching for her? Wasn’t he the one who kept saying he wanted to be with Gabby? And now, why the hell had he just given up on looking for her?
Frustration. Anxiety. Suspicion.
They tangled inside me like live wires, twisting tighter with every passing second.
So, I hired several private investigators to track Ryan’s movements in Bellton.
But strangely enough, they found nothing.
Ryan’s whereabouts were too well–hidden, like he was deliberately making sure no one could find him.
Something wasn’t adding up.
The only good news in the middle of this chaos was that my grandfather’s health was improving.
But he kept asking about Gabby, wanting to meet her, and invite her over for dinner.
Each time, I found some excuse–something to brush off. But I knew I couldn’t keep this up forever. Sooner or later, the truth about Gabby’s disappearance would come out.
And as if things weren’t already bad enough, Sylvia–Gabby’s best friend–came looking for me.
She showed up at my office, demanding answers, saying she hadn’t heard from Gabby in too long.
I had no idea what to tell her.
I gave her vague, noncommittal answers, empty reassurance.
But I knew one thing for sure–Sylvia wasn’t the type to back down.
She’d keep digging.
Right now, I was in my Office, restless and on edge. I lit a cigarette, but I wasn’t planning to get any work done.
There was only one thought running in my mind–Where is Gabby? Is she even still alive?
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Knock, knock
Two raps on the door, and then my assistant, Luke, peeked inside
“Mr. Hudson, Ms. May in here.
‘Claire? What was she doing here?”
Before I could even process why she’d shown up, she was already walking in, carrying a takeout box shutting the door behind her like she owned the place
She strolled over to my desk, sat down, and popped open the box–inside were neatly arranged pastries and fresh fruit.
“Vince, I brought you something delicious.”
I I stared at her coldly, saying nothing.
Claire, however, unfazed, picked up a small pastry and held it near my lips, coaxing me in a gentle
voice
“Vince, you’ve been working too hard lately. Just eat a little, okay?”
The frustration inside me snapped. I swatted her hand away, sending the dessert crashing onto the fl
oor.
I was already drowning in frustration–how could I possibly have the appetite for this?
Claire’s hand froze, blinking in shock, then she stared at me in stunned silence, her eyes quickly welling up with tears.
“Vince, what’s wrong with you?” she asked, her voice trembling. “You’ve been so cold to me lately- why?”
Before I could respond, she kept going, as if she were talking to herself.
“Is it because–you’re blaming me for Gabrielle’s death?”
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I shot her a frosty glare, “Don’t say her name.”
Claire’s eyes reddened, filled with grievance, “Vince, wake up! Gabby is dead! Why won’t you accept it?”
“Shut up!”
I shot up from my chair, grabbing her jaw in a tight grip, my gaze sharp as a blade.
“Claire, I dare you–say that again, and see what happens.”
Her eyes widened in fear, her hands grasping at my wrist, struggling against my hold.
“V–Vince, you’re hurting me-!”
Her lips parted, turning pale from the pressure of my grip. She looked like she was in pain.
But I was still furious.
“What the hell was she saying? How could Gabby be dead?”
She was alive. She had to be alive. She was still waiting for me to find her.
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Seeing my unwavering determination, Claire’s fear twisted into anger. Her eyes burned with rage as she gritted her teeth and screamed hysterically.
“Vincent, stop lying to yourself say it again–Gabrielle is dead!”
“She fell into the ocean! Do you know how many people survive that? Almost none! For all you know, her body’s already been eaten clean by the fish!”
A surge of rage exploded in my chest.
“How could she be so cruel?
My jaw clenched as I spoke, my voice dropping to a lethal growl.
“Claire, you better pray that Gabby is safe.
My tone was sharper than ever, every word laced with venom.
“Because if anything happens to her–I swear, you’ll pay the price.”
