Chapter 898: What on earth did you do to ? Chapter 898: What on earth did you do to ? A week had passed, and there was no news of Hannah Garcia at all.
Victoria Garcia had not received any phone calls, and neither had her other two sisters received any concerning Hannah.
Hannah’s phone had been unreachable all along.
Every possible thod had been used, but Hannah had vanished as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth, suddenly disappearing without a trace.
“How could this happen? A perfectly fine person, how could she just suddenly disappear?” Evelyn Garcia’s eyes were constantly swollen; she hadn’t stopped crying for the past few days.
The longer she remained missing, the more anxious everyone beca.
“Do you think there really could be such a thing as ti travel in this world? That’s how it’s shown in TV and movies. Could Harriet have actually traveled through ti?”
“Ava, can you please say sothing reliable,” Victoria replied weakly.
Compared to Arnold Johnson’s blow, the disappearance of Hannah was even more unsettling to her. That week, she had barely slept a wink, frequently waking up from nightmares. Where could her sister possibly have gone?
She was so smart and lovable, beautiful and sensible; she wouldn’t have disappeared of her own accord, so there must have been soone else involved. But who could it be?
No matter how hard she thought, she could co up with no answers.
Alia Wilson was also distressed, even delaying her return to the film crew. With the issue of Hannah unresolved, she had no heart to do anything.
“At this point, sotis I hope there’s no news at all, because no news is good news, aning she’s still alive, right?” Alia said with a sowhat vacant look in her eyes.
Indeed, if it was the news of identifying a corpse, that would be the most terrifying.
As long as there was no such news, it ant she was still alive, and as long as she was alive, there was still hope.
Arnold Johnson had practically sent out everyone he could to search, but there was absolutely no clue.
Hannah had disappeared on the day of the wedding, and the commotion that day had drawn everyone’s attention to Victoria Garcia and Arnold Johnson, and in the chaos that ensued as they left the hotel, there wasn’t even a surveillance cara in sight.
Arnold had reviewed the surveillance videos provided by the hotel on the wedding day and found nothing unusual. He had had people watch over anyone who was suspicious or not, and there had been absolutely no action.
For the first ti, even Arnold felt completely clueless.
The police station likewise had no news; they had not overlooked any ssage, big or small, related to disappearances, yet they found not a single bit of information related to Hannah Garcia.
Nobody expected that it was precisely the grand rejection of the marriage proposal between Victoria Garcia and Arnold Johnson that provided the perfect opportunity for the kidnapper to take Hannah away effortlessly, without leaving a single trace behind.
Hannah was now being held in a room in a residential area, and it was not far from Victoria’s district—only about three kiloters away.
“Miss Garcia, breakfast is ready. Please have your al!” A middle-aged woman in her forties placed the breakfast in front of Hannah.
This middle-aged woman called herself Aunt Nelson and was responsible for preparing Hannah’s three als a day.
“Who exactly are you? And who am I? Why am I here?” This was a question Hannah asked every day, but no one would give her an answer.
“Miss Garcia, please have your al! The master has instructed that as long as you behave and stay healthy here, you will be taken back when you’ve recovered. Then, you will naturally know everything. For now, just focus on eating well and sleeping well,” said Aunt Nelson with a smile.
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