After hanging up, Mr. Devon calls Mellie and the publicity agent into his office. "Don't tell anyone about
this. There's no need to call the police for now. Just wait."
"Wait?" Mellie frowns and asks, "Mr. Devon, is it a little..."
"I told you to wait!" Mr. Devon scolds in a low voice. He is in a bad mood and more anxious than
anyone else. "Don't ask anything else. Delete the surveillance records and leave."
Mellie and the agent exchange a glance. Both of them still have something to say, but they don't know
how to say it now.
Mellie really wants to be like usual. She doesn't need to give her opinion and just follows orders, but it
is about her life. She can't afford to take it lightly. "Mr. Devon, if something happens to Stella, I will be
held responsible. If I don't call the police right now..."
"No matter what happens, I'll take care of it. Don't worry. Do you need to record this to put yourself at
ease?" Mr. Devon glares at her, wishing she would wilt under his glare.
Hearing what he says, Mellie heaves a sigh of relief, "I was thinking too much. I'll go."
After they leave, Mr. Devon sits on the sofa angrily. He looks up at the clock on the wall in front of him.
As time passes, he calms down.
Everything must be fine. Otherwise, not just Stella, the company will be doomed as well.
...
On the other side, after Pehry learns that Stella is missing, he immediately sends someone to
investigate. Back then, he thought that it was the enemy's doing, but in the end the investigation
reveals that it is his family.
He sneers and throws aside the record in his hand. It turns out to be his grandfather's men.
"Mr. Pehry, do you need us to take care of it?"
"No need." Pehry's voice is cold as he looks at the black cell phone in his palm. He looks gloomy.
"Stella will be released. Find someone to keep an eye on her. Don't make any mistakes. The
newspaper will let the reporters report. Find Mr. Devon at JM and give him some sweeteners."
"Yes!"
After the secretary leaves, sitting in the big office and looking at the scenery outside the French
window, he feels stressed and suffocating as if there is a stone on his chest.
At the same time, he receives a call from Jasmine.
At this sensitive time....
Pehry picks up at once. Wondering if something happened to her, he sounds anxious, "Jasmine, what's
wrong with you?"
Jasmine just finishes today's class. She hesitates but calls him anyway. She wants to know if he will
return to the villa today. She is stunned by his anxious tones. "I just finished class. Is ... Is there
something wrong?"
Pehry is relieved at her answer. He knows that he made a big thing of it, so he covers up the panic. "It's
fine, just asking."
Is he just asking?
Pehry is never nervous for no reason. She can tell that there is a tinge of panic in his voice and asks,
"Really?"
"Yes, are you done?" Pehry changes the topic. When thinking about what happened to Stella, he offers,
"I'll ask the driver to pick you up. You can come back today."
"Back to the villa?"
"Yes," he replies. "Wait at school, don't go anywhere."
Jasmine doesn't know why. His instructions make her feel like a child. She can't help but laugh and
says, "I know."
No matter what he says, as long as she can see him, she is happy.
"You will stay at home tonight, right?"
"I will go back, but I will be late."
It's going to be late again.
Jasmine is a little disappointed, but she says nothing. She tries her best to understand him. "Then I'll
wait for you."
"Alright."
As she is about to hang up, Pehry adds, "Jasmine!"
Jasmine already removes her phone from her ear. After hearing his voice, she puts the phone near her
ear. "What's wrong?"
"I've been very busy lately, so I can be a little careless with you. If there's any problem, you must tell
me." Pehry carefully words the reply in the hope that she will notify him of any accidents, but he is
afraid that she smells fishy.
He is not sure if it is good to hide from her, but he knows it very well that if Jasmine knows all of this, it
will be terrible.
He will do what he can to prevent that.
Jasmine only bears his apology in mind. "It's okay. I know you've got work to do, and there are all sorts
of news to deal with. You don't need to worry about me."
Pehry doesn't feel relaxed when he hears her kind words. Instead, he is sorry. He knows how much
Jasmine has endured for him. No other girl is able to do this.
He can't take it for granted, but deep in his heart, he knows there is no way to change anything.
He is powerless and feels that he owes her a lot.
His words dispel Jasmine's worry. It is impossible not to feel wronged, but as long as he can see what
she has done for him, she will be satisfied.
"See you tonight."
"Yeah, I'll see you tonight."
After hanging up, Pehry looks at the distant sky. Alfred will not hurt Stella. There is no need to get into
trouble for a scandal. However, Pehry knows the reason for Alfred's action. It is not because Alfred
doesn't like those scandals, but because he wants to warn Pehry.
However, Pehry won't give in on this or put Jasmine in danger. With this kidnap, the public tends to
believe that Stella is Pehry's woman.
This may be cruel for Stella, but this is the law in the adult world: most people just get what they want
without consideration for others.
An hour and a half later, Jasmine arrives at the villa by plane. At the same time, Stella is sent back to
the underground garage. The people escorting Stella are bold. They drive over and away, completely
ignoring the surveillance cameras and others.
As soon as Mellie receives the news, she runs to find Stella. She is petrified at the sight of the black
1.7-meter-long bag on the ground.
It takes a lot of guts to walk over. Holding her breath, she unzips the bag. Inside is Stella, pale-faced!
Mellie only sees such a scene on TV. When it happens in real life and right in front of her, Mellie almost
vomits.
It is so visually striking, but she ignores the physical discomfort. She reaches out to push Stella with her
eyes closed. "Stella, wake up. Can you hear me?"
She shouts several times in a row. The unconscious Stella finally opens her eyes. Mellie leans over
and asks, "How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
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