Chapter 8 Three Months Later

• He stood motionless, dressed in an all-black ensemble that radiated an air of cold detachment.
• Lifting his gaze, his eyes locked onto the hospital, shrouded in an enigmatic gloom.
• He entered, flanked closely by two bodyguards.
• Rhea was in the surveillance room, her frustration growing as she scrutinized the screens. Despite her efforts, it seemed as though the person had simply vanished. There was no trace of them anywhere.
• As her patience wore thin, a chilling voice interrupted from behind. "Have you lost them?"
• Rhea tensed, turning to confront the indifferent figure in the doorway.
• Sometimes, she questioned if this son was truly hers.
• He appeared so aloof. She wasn't sure who he took after.
• "Stop with the sarcasm and find her. I don't want the Preston heirs disappearing on us!"
• "They won't be lost."
• The voice was devoid of emotion, its coldness only amplifying Rhea's anxiety.
• "What do you mean?"
• ......
• Lisette had found refuge in an old apartment building.
• Perhaps fate had shown her some mercy, for shortly after taking shelter in the stairwell, she met a kind elderly woman.
• Desperate, Lisette begged the old woman to let her stay, and the woman agreed.
• It was only after moving in that Lisette learned the elderly woman lived alone, without children or relatives.
• So, Lisette made her home with the old woman.
• Three months passed swiftly, and it seemed as if the commotion had subsided.
• Lisette began seeking part-time work to make ends meet.
• She took on various small, low-profile jobs.
• As time progressed, she remained vigilant.
• One day, she was delivering food to a private villa.
• The villa was alive with activity, clearly hosting a lively gathering.
• As Lisette was about to leave after making her delivery, a man called out to her. "Hey, you, come over here."
• Lisette stopped and glanced in his direction.
• A man in a floral shirt and shorts, a cigarette hanging from his lips, was gesturing for her.
• Lisette approached him. "Sir, what's up?"
• "Go to Seasonia Bakery and get some pastries. Here's the money." The man said, handing her a thick wad of cash.
• The sight of so much money made Lisette's eyes widen. She quickly accepted it. "Sure, I'll get them for you and be back soon!"
• She was now four months along. With each passing day, her preparations grew more critical, so she needed to save up.
• Lisette took the money and jogged away.
• Moments after she left, another person arrived.
• "That woman seems oddly familiar," the newcomer remarked.
• The man with the cigarette took a drag, releasing a smoky ring, and grinned at the other person. "Chris, I don't think she looks familiar; I think you're just interested in her."
• Chris Turner shook his head. "No, I'm trying to recall where I've seen her before."
• Seeing Chris genuinely struggling to remember, the man patted his shoulder and said thoughtfully, "Think carefully. If it doesn't come to you, don't worry. She'll be back later. I'll make sure she's brought to you so you can figure it out."
• Chris didn't reply, continuing to mentally search for Lisette's identity.
• He had a sense that this woman was significant.
• Lisette arrived at Seasonia Bakery.
• Seasonia Bakery was a high-end dessert shop.
• Not only were their pastries beautifully crafted, but they were also famous for their exceptional taste.
• Lisette counted the cash she had, keeping some for herself and spending the remainder on pastries.
• Although Seasonia Bakery offered delivery, she chose to follow the delivery guy and send the pastries to the villa personally.