Love You Enough to Leave You novel 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?”

The latter 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-in-law. Hence, it’s highly likely that Derrick Hisson’s girlfriend and Tiffany Winters are one and the same. She’s currently staying in a villa owned by Derrick in Beshya.”

Oscar’s dark eyes drilled into the other man with laser-sharp focus. “Are your sources accurate?” 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 available flight. Within minutes, the task was complete. “I’ve booked us tickets for a flight in two hours. Should we leave now?”

“Let’s go,” his boss said.

The duo took the elevator down to the lobby, where they bumped into none other than Isabella. Contempt flashed across Oscar’s eyes as he saw her coming toward them, but he managed to school his expression into one of cool apathy.

“Ignore her,” he told Hugo.

They walked past Isabella 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 Isabella from following his boss, who was making a beeline to the door.

The woman glared. “Move aside.”

Hugo did not budge. “A word of advice, lady—keep your cheap, toadying ways to yourself. No one will take you seriously if you continue to be this shameless.”

Isabella’s face burned with anger and humiliation. Riled, she raised a hand to slap him in retaliation, but he caught her arm before the slap 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 glance.

Upset to see that her threat did not have the intended effect on the man, Isabella 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 Isabella in Clinton Corporation agreed silently to what Hugo said. However, none dared to voice it aloud. They all knew that Isabella had connections and was in the good graces of Olivia. Objectively speaking, she was very good-looking and not lacking 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 Isabella was the last 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 villa 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.