Arianne only moved when Henry looked for her. Staying stationary in the same position brought a wave of nausea when she finally moved. However, compared to the agony roiling in her heart and body, it was nothing. She took a few deep breaths and mustered up her courage before she said, “Henry, please bring some people with you and assist them in the search and rescue. As for the company, I’ll handle it. Remember, this piece of news cannot be leaked. No matter what the rumors might be, not a word about Mark’s death is allowed to get out.”
Henry nodded. “Understood. I’m on it.”
Arianne’s face was as white as a sheet of paper. She was like a husk, as though her spirit had left her body. She went to her dressing table and plastered her ashen face with makeup to look somewhat more presentable before she changed and left the house.
Her first destination, she told Brian, was her company. There, she informed Mr. Yaleman that she wanted to quit without giving him any reason. Her poor ex-boss tried very hard to pry a reason out of her to no avail. In the end, he could only let her go.
Her next stop was not Tremont Tower but Alejandro’s private manor. Last night’s news came like a bolt of lightning on a sunny day. Due to the onslaught of shock and grief, she had forgotten to observe Alejandro’s reactions and expressions.
According to the man, he was the only survivor of the shipwreck. That meant whatever the truth of the tragedy was, his narrative was the only narrative left. Regardless, she wanted to discern if he was the puppetmaster or, like he said, someone else.
When the car arrived at the front gates of Smith Manor, Brain asked tentatively, “Are you sure about this, madam? If Alejandro is the one behind this, don’t you think meeting him right now is akin to suicide?”
Arianne’s colorless lips curled into a smile. “Mark might never come back, Brian. He might be dead. With the worst already happening, what else is there in this world that do I have to fear? The only thing I want now is to know who’s the culprit. I can’t let him die without a reason or an explanation. Don’t you worry about me. Wait in the car.”
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