Love You Enough To Leave You Chapter 332
Chapter 332 Empty-handed
And so Amelia officially moved into the apartment that Kurt had purchased for her. She and Tiffany had
offered to pay him back, knowing that the apartment, which was situated in one of the prime locations
in the center of Beshya, must have cost the man millions at the very least. However, Kurt staunchly
refused the offer whenever the topic came up. He repeatedly assured the two girls that the house was
a gift and that money was not an issue.
It took some convincing, but Amelia and Tiffany eventually acquiesced and dropped the matter after
realizing that Kurt had meant every word.
Meanwhile, Oscar was in the midst of tracking down his missing wife. Sitting behind the desk in his
office, he steepled his fingers together as he waited for Hugo to report on the progress of the search.
“Any news?”
Thetter nodded. “I heard through the grapevine that Mrs. Hisson took a sudden trip to Beshya some
time ago despite not having fully recovered from her illness, and she had kept the trip a secret from her
husband. Apparently, it was to meet her son’s new girlfriend. I’ve gathered information on said
girlfriend. The descriptions of her matched that of Tiffany. What’s more, following the trip, Mrs. Hisson
has mentioned that she doesn’t like the prospect of having a novelist as her daughter-inw. Hence, it’s
highly likely that Derrick Hisson’s girlfriend and Tiffany Winters are one and the same. She’s currently
staying in a vi owned by Derrick in Beshya.”
Oscar’s dark eyes drilled into the other man withser-sharp focus. “Are your sources urate?” There
was an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice.
“Yes, sir.”
Unable to sit still for another second, Oscar leaped to his feet. “Book me the next flight to Beshya.”
Hugo was on it at once, fingers moving swiftly across the screen of his cell phone as he searched for
the next avable flight. Within minutes, the task wasplete. “I’ve booked us tickets for a flight in
two hours. Should we leave now?”
“Let’s go,” his boss said.
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The duo took the elevator down to the lobby, where they bumped into none other than Isabe.
Contempt shed across Oscar’s eyes as he saw hering toward them, but he managed to school
his expression into one of cool apathy.
“Ignore her,” he told Hugo.
They walked past Isabe as if she was non-existent. Rather than taking the obvious hint, however, the
latter was determined to make her presence known.
“Ah, if it isn’t Oscar!” she greeted eagerly with a smile. “Where are you going?”
However, there was no response from Oscar. Without pausing in his stride, he gave Hugo a look. The
bodyguard got the message immediately and extended an arm to stop Isabe from following his boss,
who was making a beeline to the door.
The woman red. “Move aside.”
Hugo did not budge. “A word of advice,dy—keep your cheap, toadying ways to yourself. No one will
take you seriously if you continue to be this shameless.”
Isabe’s face burned with anger and humiliation. Riled, she raised a hand to p him in retaliation, but
he caught her arm before the p could be delivered.
She tried to break free but to no avail. The curious looks and whispers from the onlookers, many of
whom were staff of Clinton Corporation, were making her increasingly embarrassed and affronted. “Let
go,” she demanded as haughtily as she could. “Are you Oscar’s assistant or something? I’m going to
tell Mrs. Clinton about this and get you fired.”
“Like I care,” Hugo said coldly as he released her and walked away without a backward nce.
Upset to see that her threat did not have the intended effect on the man, Isabe could only clench her
fists, her pretty facial features warped in resentment. “What’re you looking at?” she barked at the
gossiping onlookers. “Mind your own damn business.”
The staff who knew Isabe in Clinton Corporation agreed silently to what Hugo said. However, none
dared to voice it aloud. They all knew that Isabe had connections and was in the good graces of
Olivia. Objectively speaking, she was very good-looking and notcking of suitors. If not for the fact that
she was so fixated on Oscar, she would have long found someone who would be a good match for her.
Whatever happened to Isabe was thest thing on Oscar’s mind. He had already forgotten the
encounter with her as he and Hugo rushed to the airport. Fortunately, they got on the flight to Beshya
just in time.
Once there, they headed straight to their destination—a vi located in the city suburbs. Having
identified all of Derrick’s properties in Beshya, Hugo was very certain that this was the one that housed
Tiffany and Amelia.
Their car was stopped by the security officers stationed in front of the vi’s gates. Hugo got out of the
car to speak to the two men. Whatever he said had worked, and the officers granted entry to the car
without further dy.
Oscar knocked on the door, which opened to reveal a wary-looking Jeremy. “Yes? How can I help you
gentlemen?”
“Sorry for the unannounced arrival. I’m looking for my wife, Amelia Winters,” Oscar said politely. “We
had a fight a while ago, and she left with our child in a fit of anger. I was informed that she’s currently
staying here. Would you be able to let her know that I’m here? I would like to see her.”
Jeremy gave the visitors a once-over. “I’m sorry, sir, but I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he
said, adopting a confused look. “I’ve never heard of this Amelia Winters. I’m hired by the owner of the
vi to look after the house while he’s away working in a different city. No one’s staying here except the
owner, and he doesn’t evene here that often. There must be a misunderstanding. I do hope you
find your wife, sir, but wherever she is, it’s not here. If you don’t believe me, you’re wee toe
inside to take a look for yourself.”
Oscar frowned slightly, though he maintained his gentle tone. “Well, in that case, I’ll take you up on that
offer.” He cast a nce at Hugo, who went inside once Jeremy opened the door fully.
Thetter looked on cidly as Hugo checked the rooms,ing out empty-handed after each round.
However, by a stroke of luck, the bodyguard caught sight of a discarded photo under the bed in thest
room. He bent down to pick it up, his eyes widening slightly when he realized that it was a photo of
Amelia.
He pocketed the photo before leaving the room, acting as if nothing had happened. “No sign of Ms.
Amelia, Boss,” he said apologetically.
Oscar’s jaw tightened, and his mouth was set in a hard line upon hearing the disappointing news.
Regardless, he still remembered his manners. “I’m sorry for our intrusion,” he told Jeremy quietly.
The butler assured them that all was well. After the pair left, he called Derrick right away to tell him
what had just urred.
Derrick expressed his approval of how Jeremy handled the matter. “You did well,” he said. “One of
them was, in fact, Amelia’s husband, but that was in the past. They got a divorce a few months ago.
He’s only here to get custody of his son. Let the other servants in the vi know not to reveal anything
rted to Amelia. If any one of them breathes a word, not only would they be fired immediately, but I’d
also personally ensure that they remain jobless in Beshya for a very long time.”
“Certainly, Mr. Hisson,” Jeremy replied dutifully. “Not to worry. I’ve already told all the maids here. They
won’t tell a soul about the twodies.”
“Good. See to it that it continues to be the case. I’ll stay with Tiffany and Amelia till they’ve fully settled
down, but I won’t be going back to the vi after that. It’s in your good hands. Feel free to invite your
son and daughter-inw for a stay if you want to. I’ve been entertaining the idea of gifting the vi to
you anyway. You’ve been working for the Hissons for most of your life, and you deserve to be rewarded
ordingly.”
“I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Hisson,” the butler said smilingly. “With all due respect, however, a vi
is not necessary. I’ll go live with my son and daughter-inw after I retire in a few years. A vi is too
grand a ce to live for a humble family like ours. In any case, don’t let me take up any more of your
time, sir. I’ll make sure to take care of everything over here.”
Derrick nodded and hung up after a quick goodbye.
Meanwhile, in the backseat of a taxi speeding away from the vi, Oscar was looking out the window
with dark eyes and an unfathomable expression.
It was then that Hugo showed him the photo. “Boss, I found this in one of the bedrooms in the vi.”
Oscar gave it a fleeting nce, then did a double-take when he realized who it was in the photo. He
snatched it from Hugo’s hand, looking at thetter with raw hope in his eyes. “How did you get this?”
“I found it under the bed in the room,” Hugo said. “It’s just my spection, but if Ms. Amelia’s photo
was there, it means that she must have some connections with Derrick, and his girlfriend whom
everyone is talking about must be none other than Tiffany Winters.”
Oscar was silent as he took in the bodyguard’s words. All of a sudden, he smashed a fist into the seat,
heedless of the surprised look the driver sent him through the rearview mirror.
“I gave specific instructions to monitor Derrick Hisson’s movements closely,” he said through gritted
teeth. “Why did your men let him slip away under their noses? I’m not paying all of you to loaf around
on your jobs. I was this close to seeing my wife today, but it turned out to be a fruitless endeavor. If any
of you is even half as good as Kurt, this wouldn’t have happened. I don’t need useless men who
couldn’t evenplete a simple surveince task.”
Hugo lowered his head. “I’m terribly sorry, Boss. I take full responsibility for this.”
The outburst proved to be a cathartic release for Oscar. He took in a deep breath, pinching the bridge
of his nose tiredly. “I just need you to do your job, got it?” The long search for Amelia was wearing him
down both mentally and physically, and he had to rely on sleeping pills to help him rest at night.
He thumbed the photo of Amelia longingly. “I’ll only say this one more time—keep a close watch on
Derrick. I want my wife back,” he murmured, closing his eyes. Perhaps calmed by her presence, albeit
only in the form of a photo, Oscar’s breathing evened mere momentster, and he fell into a slumber
gradually.
“Drive slower,” Hugo told the taxi driver when he noticed the peaceful countenance of his boss. “Feel
free to take a detour. I’ll pay double the fare.” It was the first time in ages since he saw Oscar sleep so
well during a car ride, and he was not about to interrupt such a hard-toe-by rest.
“No problem,” the driver answered carefully.