Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 314

I was left scratching my head, wondering where on earth he could've hidden the phone.

After last time's experience, I was certain he wouldn't be foolish enough to leave it in his car again. So, where the hell did he put it?

The phone call he received today was definitely no ordinary call. The more I was sure of it, the more I was itching to find that phone.

I took a seat, patiently scanning every inch of the study. I knew that he wouldn't be awake for a while.

After a while, I smacked my forehead, cursing myself for being so foolish. Because it struck me that the room was under surveillance. I quickly grabbed my own phone, found the hidden surveillance app and opened it.

Several camera angles appeared on my screen. I found the footage of the study, enlarged it, and scrubbed forward a bit. I saw Jaylan returning, pushing the door open and sinking down on the sofa, looking both weary and lost in thought.

He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked towards the bookshelf, pushed a hidden button, and disappeared for a moment before re-emerging. He didn't seem to have gone next door.

When he came out, his handbag had vanished.

I quickly got up, followed his actions to open the hidden door, but I didn't rush inside. Instead, I examined the hidden door carefully.

Sure enough, on the back of the wardrobe next door, hidden by the bookshelf on this side, was a small sliding door. I reached in and found his handbag!

As I took the bag out and pushed the wardrobe open to cross over to the next room, I couldn't see any sign of a hidden compartment in the corresponding spot on the wardrobe.

"Crafty bastard," I muttered under my breath.

Looking around the empty room, I felt an immense discomfort. Once I was done dealing with this scumbag, I was going to move to a new place and start afresh. Everything here reminded me of too many unpleasant memories, too many filthy incidents that I didn't want to recall. Every corner was tainted with a dark shadow. If I stayed here any longer, I'd have nightmares.

I pushed the wardrobe back into place and returned to the study, eagerly unzipping the handbag to find the phone.

Quickly, I unlocked the phone and checked the missed calls, looking at the corresponding time.

Sure enough, there was a missed call. The caller ID was a single letter: A.