Chapter 383 She Is in Skylandia
Oliver rushed back to the country, but Sarah was nowhere to be found—not in Vesper City or Evergreen City.
The Windsor Group, President's Office.
Oliver, decked out in a sharp three-piece suit, leaned back in his chair with an air of authority. He tossed a document onto the table, glaring at Zoey with a dangerous edge in his voice, "Care to explain why she didn't get on that flight to Vesper City?"
Zoey's back was drenched in cold sweat. She was in a tight spot but stubbornly replied, "Sorry, Mr. Windsor! I didn't see her off that day, so..."
Oliver stayed silent, his gaze like daggers, making her feel even more terrified.
Just then, his other secretary knocked and walked in.
The secretary cautiously said, "Mr. Windsor, there's a Mr. Miller who wants to see you. I told him you weren't here, but he got into it with the security guys."
Dylan? Oliver narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and instructed the secretary, "Stall him!"
He left with Zoey, making her sit in the back seat.
Zoey was super nervous but didn't dare to ask anything. She just bent down and got into the car.
The limousine cruised smoothly.
Oliver turned sideways, grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses from the small wine cabinet, handed one to Zoey, and spoke in a much gentler tone, totally different from his office demeanor.
Zoey, looking flustered, didn't drink.
Oliver didn't push her. He gently swirled his wine glass and said calmly, "I'm not scared of him; I've got bigger fish to fry. Zoey, you know what that is, right?"
Zoey forced a smile. "Finding Mrs. Windsor."
"Good! Then tell me where Sarah is."
Zoey's heart was racing, but she still played it cool, "Mr. Windsor, I told you before, I didn't see her off that day."
Oliver leaned back in his chair and put down his glass, "Zoey, you're lying to me!"
Zoey refused to spill the beans.
But Oliver didn't seem bent on forcing an answer. He gently closed his eyes and said, "It's lunchtime. Let's grab a bite, Zoey."
Zoey wasn't naive; she knew Oliver wouldn't let her off the hook without the truth. He was never that nice.
About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a restaurant. Oliver even graciously got out first and opened the car door for Zoey, "Zoey, thanks for joining me!"
Zoey, pale-faced, followed Oliver into the restaurant. It was clear Oliver had set everything up in advance; the whole place was reserved. As soon as they walked in, the manager warmly greeted them, "Mr. Windsor, your meal is ready."
Zoey looked over and, sure enough, a lavish spread was already laid out.
Medium-rare steak, bright red baked snails, and cups filled with tomato juice—everything looked pretty unsettling.
Oliver dined with great elegance. Looking up, he saw Zoey just standing there and, as if he just noticed, asked with concern, "Why aren't you eating? Don't like the food?"
Zoey looked at him, "Mr. Windsor, what do you want?"
Oliver's gaze deepened.
After a moment, he put down his knife and fork, wiped his lips with a napkin, took out his phone, dialed a number, and then handed the phone to Zoey, "I think after this call, you'll remember where Sarah went."
Zoey, trembling, took the phone and answered.
"Mom, we're collecting shells at the beach!"
"Mr. Windsor sent people to take us here to play."
"Mr. Windsor's people even bought us each a swimming ring and said they'd take us to catch crabs tomorrow."
Zoey numbly responded with a few words.
After hanging up, she felt completely drained. She knew Oliver's temper; if she didn't speak up, he might really harm her kids. Pale-faced, she asked him, "Mr. Windsor, what do you want? They're just kids. Please, let them go. This has nothing to do with them. For the sake of the years I've worked for you, please?"
Oliver leisurely wiped his hands.
He looked at Zoey's panicked expression and said calmly, "They're safe for now! But if their mom doesn't behave, I can't guarantee they'll see the sunrise tomorrow. I think they might, but who knows if they'll be scared. Kids, they scare easily!"
Zoey blinked lightly, "Mr. Windsor, for the sake of..."
Oliver turned hostile. He threw the wet wipe in his hand and sneered, "Zoey, if the person who betrayed me today wasn't you, those two kids would already be at the bottom of the sea feeding the fish. You wouldn't even have the chance to retort. You know, I hate being betrayed by those close to me the most! Because you helped Sarah, I can let it go."
Oliver stopped there. Zoey knew him well.
She trembled uncontrollably, restraining herself before finally saying, "Skylandia! She's in Skylandia."
Oliver showed a satisfied smile.
At that moment, a young assistant walked into the restaurant, "Mr. Windsor, I'll arrange a private jet to Skylandia immediately. I believe you will see Mrs. Windsor soon."
Oliver got up to leave but paused. He said to Zoey, "Go take a vacation at the beach! I bought you a villa there as a reward for taking care of Sarah. Come back to work when you're done playing; the Windsor Group doesn't support idlers."
He reminded Zoey with a mix of kindness and authority.
After he left, Zoey collapsed into the chair, gently touching her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.