The card beeped open. For convenience in being on call, he’d given Clay and me room cards, 

My expression grew slightly tense, but I forced myself to remain calm: “Why Jock the door? Is this issue…very sensitive? 

Manager Weber hastily explained: “Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, no other meaning. Actually, this matter.. isn’t really suitable for patte discussion.” 

“So there is a hidden story?” 

“Indeed there is. Secretary Elara–no, Miss Elara.” He paused, using the title I preferred. “Those two were our early employees, a married couple who had a workplace accident and became disabled. We were afraid of trouble, so we compensated them with money. They requested to recere sick pay for fifteen years…” 

What a fabricated story. 

I pursed my lips, pretending to be thoughtful, then asked back: “Then why not explain this to headquarters?” 

“You understand, the company executives wouldn’t sympathize with workers‘ hardships.” He sighed. “And the Alpha is so busy with important matters, ive really couldn’t bear to trouble him with such things…” 

I was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: “That’s fine then. But I still want to meet them. To verify things–if there’s no problem, I won’t report it 

Weber was startled, then nodded: “Sure, no problem.” 

Third Person Perspective: 

That evening, elsewhere – 

Garrett Wylder finished the exhibition and attended the evening banquet before returning to the hotel. As he prepared for the night’s video conference, Clay hurried over. 

“Secretary Elara hasn’t returned yet, and her phone isn’t answering.” 

Garrett Wylder’s hand paused on the keyboard, his brow furrowing tightly. 

“She didn’t contact you today?” 

“No, she said last night she’d call if anything came up. I thought she’d returned to the hotel long ago.” 

Garrett Wylder grimly canceled the meeting and immediately notified the vice president to go to the factory while requesting surrounding surveillance footage and launching a full search. 

Learning the news, Amelia also insisted on coming along. 

As Garrett Wylder and Clay exited the hotel, a chill hit them head–on. 

A tall, imposing man approached with swift steps. 

Clay was first to be alert, blocking the man’s path: “Alpha Rowan.” 

Garrett Wylder looked up. 

The two men’s gazes clashed–like lions meeting, the atmosphere instantly charged. 

“Where is my Luna?” Rowan demanded coldly. 

Garrett Wylder calmly replied: “She’s missing.” 

His posture wasnt tense, Blightly taller than Rowan, he turned hack, and those deep sel eyes looked at its stifle soED ASTRON 

What do you mean she’s missing?” 

Rowan clenched his fists, knuckles cracking 

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