A few hours earlier, in Country M.
Sawyer paced inside the dim living room, looking at his cell phone in worry.
This was the first ti Abigail had not replied to his texts for almost thirty minutes. She had not even called him back after he had called a few tis.
It was unusual for Abigail not to reply to his ssages after her shift. She usually answered them quickly. If she were in the middle of sothing, she would respond with a short text telling him so.
’Is she alright? Why didn’t she answer ? Call back?’
Sawyer felt his heart sink when a thought crossed his mind. He imdiately called Brody’s phone to check.
"Brody, why hasn’t Abigail replied to my text? She didn’t even call back. Is she alright? Did she get ho?"
Sawyer bombarded Brody with the many questions that had bothered him for the past thirty minutes.
"Boss, I don’t know either. I’ve been waiting for her for almost half an hour in front of Crimson Leaf café, but Miss Abigail hasn’t co out yet. So of her friends have even left the café," Brody reported. His worried tone was enough to make Sawyer even more tense.
After listening to Brody’s words, Sawyer felt his whole body turn cold. He dragged his feet to the nearest sofa and sat there to continue hearing Brody’s concerning report.
This was strange because Abigail never lingered in her café after her shift. She usually rushed ho if he couldn’t pick her up.
"Sir, I will wait a few more minutes here. If Miss Abigail doesn’t co out, I will return to follow her route ho. I suspect she left through the back door..."
Brody tried to sound calm, knowing his boss would worry to death upon hearing his woman was suddenly out of their reach.
After a few more seconds of silence, Sawyer finally said, "OK, do that. Inform right away if she is at ho."
Sawyer ended the call after instructing Brody on a few things. His worry grew even worse. Sothing might have happened to her.
Staring at his cell phone without doing anything, Sawyer tried calling her repeatedly but failed. He didn’t know how often he took a deep breath to relieve the tightness in his chest, which felt like a giant rock had hit it.
After a few minutes of thinking about his next move, Sawyer picked up his phone again and made another call. The phone connected on the first ring.
"Sawyer, why are you calling ?"
Sawyer gritted his teeth at his father’s question.
Trying to stay calm, he answered, "D-Dad, you must co here tomorrow to accompany Mom. I can’t stay here longer. I have sothing I need to take care of there. Sothing related to my future..." he said helplessly.
"What’s wrong? Tell your Daddy, and I’ll help you..." Walter Jones asked worriedly. He had never heard his youngest son sound so desperate. Until now, his youngest son had always shown his independence when speaking to him.
"No. You can’t help . And I don’t need your help," Sawyer growled. "Listen, Dad, if you can’t co here tomorrow morning to accompany Mom, I’m not inviting you to my wedding!" he threatened.
After hearing Sawyer’s threatening words, Walter Jones’ coughing could be heard from the other end.
"Sa-Sawyer, you... you, what on earth are you getting married without your parents?" Walter Jones protested in panic. "You can’t do that to your Dad, Sawyer Jones!"
"That’s why you have to co here to accompany Mom. She is your wife and needs you here, but you only care about your company," Sawyer could no longer stop himself from expressing his thoughts to his father.
"Oh, Sawyer, I’m really sorry. But you know we have a problem here, right?" Walter answered softly, finding it hard to refute his son’s words; he was correct.
"Then what’s Harvey’s duty there? He’s not the puppet CEO of that company, right!? Dad, this is a small problem, so you, as president, don’t need to worry about it. Trust Harvey. You can remove him from the CEO position if he can’t solve that small problem. You have that right, Dad!"
Walter Jones was stunned to hear that. This was the first ti he had heard Sawyer discuss the company’s problems and offer solutions. Strangely enough, his youngest son’s idea for a solution was exactly the sa as his father’s suggestion when he consulted with him the other day.
His father had also asked him to kick Harvey out of the company if he couldn’t resolve such a small matter. ’Did Sawyer also discuss this matter with his Grandpa?’ Walter wondered.
"Dad!? Are you still there?" Sawyer asked again after a few seconds, waiting for his response. His father said nothing, but the phone line was still active. "Dad—"
Sawyer stopped mid-sentence when the doorbell suddenly rang. His brow furrowed as he looked at the hotel door. No one should have rang that bell since this floor was restricted, and he hadn’t called room service.
’Did Mom call them?’ Sawyer ended the call with his father and stood up. He hurriedly walked to check the door.
How surprised Sawyer was when he saw the figure standing before him. The man was smiling widely at him.
"Hello, son!"
"D-Dad? How? How co you’re here?" Sawyer asked, confused, seeing his father and Allen, his butler, in front of the room.
"Weren’t you the one who asked to co? Why do you look at with an unhappy expression, son?" Walter Jones asked with a smile.
Sawyer didn’t answer him. Instead, he moved aside to make room for his father to enter.
"We talked on the phone earlier; I thought you were in Solhaven. Why didn’t you tell you flew here!?" he asked, following his father into the room.
If he had known his father was coming, he would have already called his people to prepare his jet for the return flight to Solhaven.
Sawyer didn’t think he could stay here any longer. He was no use here, not when the only thing on his mind was checking Abigail’s condition and ensuring she was alright. He had to return to Solhaven imdiately to find out what had really happened to his girlfriend.
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