As expected, there were no longer two people inside the room.


    It should have gone downstairs for dinner.


    Dixon did not think much about it, immediately went downstairs, looked at Morris sitting in the living room, he asked: “Where is Sophie? Why don’t I see anyone? Have you guys had breakfast yet?”


    Morris had aptop on hisp, his long fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, and only when he heard Dixon speak did he look up and scan him, “Lunch? Haven’t eaten yet.”


    “Lunch?”


    Dixon’s pupils widened, “Holy shit, what time is it?” He subconsciously inquired, sweeping his eyes around the living room, looking at the Western-style clock hanging on the east wall, and couldn’t help but blurt out, “Ten thirty?!”


    He crossed his arms in anger and pointed at Morris with one hand, “Second brother, you’re so unkind, it’s ten thirty and you didn’t call me up.”


    “I called you, but you didn’t hear me.”


    Morris really did call Dixon, but he was sleeping heavily.


    Morris thought that he had been busy with thepany’s businesstely and hadn’t rested properly, so she thought she would let him sleep a little longer.


    “Forget it, I’m not going to bother with you. I’ll go find Sophie, where are they?” Dixon asked.


    “Not sure.”


    Morris was concentrating on thepany’s business and really didn’t ask where Vivian and Sophie both had gone.


    “You …”


    Dixon pointed at Morris, shook his finger, wanted to say something more, and finally waved his hand, “Forget it, toozy to talk nonsense with you, I’ll go look for it myself.”


    Although it was after New Year’s Eve, it was still freezing cold.


    Dixon wearing a pajamas, out of the living room, no heating, he was cold shrink dder, shivered.


    Walking down the living room steps, he looked around and saw no sign of the two men.


    He saw a maid and immediately asked, “Have you seen where Vivian is?”


    “Youngdy, she went out with Miss Sophie.”


    The maid told the truth.


    “Went out? When did she go out?”


    “Almost an hour or two ago.”


    “That long?” Dixon waved his hand in a hundred different ways, “Okay, okay, I know.” He turned and trotted back to the living room, went upstairs, put on a jacket, and took his phone and made a call to Sophie.


    The phone dialed out, but a mechanical voice came from the other end of the line, “Hello, the user you have called is switched off.”


    Mechanical voice, but Dixon felt that this scene is extraordinarily familiar.


    His heart trembled and a bad feeling came over him.


    As he panicked, he reached for his phone and looked for Vivian’s number, but inadvertently called Morris.


    “Mud.”


    Dixon cursed, hung up, and dialed Vivian’s cell phone number again.


    “Beep beep beep …”


    The phone rang three times and the person on the other end answered the phone, “Dixon?”


    “Vivian, where are you guys? Why can’t I get through to Sophie on the phone, why is her phone off?”


    “Her phone’s dead. I’m back and I’m downstairs.”


    As soon as he heard that she was downstairs, Dixon hung up the phone and immediately turned around and ran out of the room and downstairs.


    On the spiral staircase, Dixon hand on the handrail, quickly down the stairs, but the line of sight has been in the living room to survey.


    Until he walked to the first floor, he still didn’t see Sophie and asked suspiciously, “Vivian, where is Sophie?”


    For some reason, when he woke up early in the morning, Dixon had an uneasy feeling that his heart was empty, as if something was pulling away from his body.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    Vivian raised her hand to untie the scarf around her neck and locked eyes with Morris, who was sitting on the sofa, before she lowered her eyes and said thoughtfully, “She’s gone.”