Chapter 73 154 Missed Calls

On the other end of the phone...

With each unanswered call that sank into oblivion, the man's handsome face gradually darkened. He seemed both persistent and patient, dialing repeatedly until he heard the sound indicating that the phone was turned off.

Putting the phone in his pocket, he took out a lighter and a cigarette, lighting it and biting on the thin lips while gazing into the distance. His silhouette and aura intertwined, emanating a chilling aura to keep others away.

After finishing his cigarette, he made a call to the villa. "Has she returned?"

Aunt Molly answered the phone, hesitatingly saying, "Madam... hasn't returned yet."

As soon as Avila hung up, Lennon's call came in.

The man's voice cracked with unbridled anger. "It's been an hour and still no sign of her, Lennon. Tell me, what kind of useless people have I been wasting my money on?"

Lennon was drenched in sweat from being startled, and cautiously replied, "Other forces have been mobilized. We should be able to find Madam soon."

"Should?" Avila curled his lip, revealing a cruel smile. "Lennon, are you thinking of stepping aside?"

"I apologize, Mr. Avila!"

"I’ll give you half an hour, find her for me. If you can't, then you don't need to show your face anymore."

Lennon, "..."

Avila held the phone tightly in his hand, an uncontrollable restlessness running through his body, wishing to crush this unanswered phone.

Bella sat in a wheelchair, looking at the man standing by the window, his back cold and indifferent.

It seemed that ever since she knew him, he had always been in a cold tone, indifferent, icy, or only ignited by Lara, the only two emotions.

His heart seemed to be frozen, no matter how much it was covered, it couldn't warm up, couldn't melt.

Ironically, occasionally watching him being provoked by Lara's misbehavior, she found herself envious.

Although when he was angry, he showed no mercy to anyone from the Morris family, and would hit and scold without hesitation, often making Lara cry.

But when Lara hugged him while crying, smeared tears and snot all over him, laughing and acting spoiled without shame, his expression of helplessness always astonished her as an observer.

Bella always felt that his helplessness and indulgence were enough to make people jealous.

Unlike how he treated her, always accommodating, so...unreal.

Lara was born privileged, getting whatever, she wanted, while she only had Avila.

Living in the cracks of the Morris family, she was constantly ordered around, referred to as "the driver's daughter," as if her humble status was predetermined.

Bella felt suffocated, as if she couldn't breathe.

Just like now, he was right in front of her, but Bella could feel that his heart had already flown back to Emberton city.

Looking at the large patches of blue on her arm, her anemia was actually very severe, but she insisted on not receiving a blood transfusion.

The reason was simple, someone told her that their wedding was in two days.

And she didn't want him to show up at the wedding.

He had to make a choice between her and Lara.

The difference was, she risked her life, while Lara didn't need to give anything.

The more it was like this, the more she hated Lara!

Not knowing how long she had been standing, Avila turned around and glanced at her indifferently, telling her, "I have a flight tomorrow, Bella, your hand is yours, whether you want it or not, it's up to you."

Bella bit her pale lip, devoid of any color, "My hand is crippled, I can't play the piano anymore, it's also no big deal to you, right?"

Avila frowned, "The dumbest person in the world would only use their own body to threaten others."

Others?

Bella bitterly smiled, "There's nothing I can do, this is my only bargaining chip. Maybe to you, I'm already a non-entity, but to me, you are everything."

Impatience appeared on the man's forehead.

She stood up from the wheelchair and walked towards him, step by step, holding onto the edge of the bed until she stood in front of him.

Bella looked up at his handsome and aloof face, then reached out and hugged him, burying her face in his chest, "If you really don't care about me, then go, this has nothing to do with you anymore."

"Embrace, let it be my goodbye to you."

"..."

Despite her deep attachment, Bella quickly released his hand and turned back to the hospital bed.

She lifted the covers and quietly lay down, closing her eyes to sleep.

She was exhausted. Ever since he arrived, she hadn't slept well for a few days.

Of course, if she couldn't keep him, no matter how tired she was, it wouldn't be worth it.

Even if he would hate her in the future.

...

At the bar...

Just when Lara was having a great time, the music abruptly stopped, and the police came over for identification checks one by one.

They were all adults, and they hadn't committed any illegal activities, so Lara naturally wasn't afraid.

But with so many people in the bar, it was impossible to continue playing after each person was checked.

Soon, they reached Lara's table. Just as she took out her ID card and was about to hand it over, she saw Lennon walking behind the police officers, and her face immediately turned cold.

Lennon naturally saw her too and let out a sigh of relief. At least he got to keep his job.

The police returned her registered ID card. She gripped it and walked over to Lennon.

"Madam..."

"Are you crazy?"

Lennon, "..."

Rarely did she go out with classmates, only to encounter such a situation!

Lara was very angry, and when she was angry, she didn't care about anything. "Did Avila tell you to do this?"

"Mr. Avila couldn't find you and was very worried."

"Worried?" she scoffed. "Afraid I'll run away? How could I! My father is still at his mercy. Where would I go?"

"Madam, I had no choice. Please forgive me."

Lara sneered and walked past him towards the exit of the bar.

Lennon hurriedly chased after her.

Thurman was stopped by the police for an ID check and missed the opportunity to catch up with her. He could only watch her leave, his worry evident in his eyes.

Outside the bar.

The driver parked the car by the roadside.

Lennon reached out, "Madam, this way."

Lara glanced at him. "I remember, Secretary Lennon, you were promoted by my father. I don't know when you became Avila's lackey?"

Lennon nodded slightly, "Madam, you're joking. I'm just serving the company."

She laughed arrogantly and disdainfully, "May I ask Secretary Lennon, if Mr. Avila is so worried about me, where is he? The wedding is approaching, he wouldn't have drunk himself to death in the land of gentleness in the United States, would he?"

Lennon's forehead was covered in sweat. "Mr. Avila has already booked a flight for tomorrow, and he will arrive in Emberton city early the day after tomorrow. It won't delay the wedding."

Lara coldly snorted and looked away.

The driver opened the car door, and they got in.

She closed her eyes as soon as she sat down.

She was tired from dancing.

Perhaps she had vented her emotions, and now she didn't feel as uncomfortable.

Hmm, making such a big fuss trying to find her, anyone who doesn't know would think he's really anxious about her.

The driver started the car and left.

Lanes Her Chateau.

Lara returned to the bedroom, first charged her phone, then took some clothes and went to take a shower.

She was sweating and felt uncomfortable all over; she was really uncomfortable in the car just now.

When she finished showering and blow-drying her hair, her phone was fully charged.

She turned it on and saw a whopping 154 missed calls.