Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Such morbid incompetence! 

After not receiving a response from the other end of the phone for some time, Cliff probed carefully, “Master Carter, should we help Miss Ross get Aunt Tonya back?” Odell answered in a disgruntled voice, “Do I look like a saint to you?” Cliff promptly shut his mouth. Two seconds later, Odell instructed him again, “Find out where Aunt Tonya is being held, and report to me once you find out.” Cliff asked curiously, “I thought you didn’t want to help her?” Odell snapped back harshly, “Who said I was going to help her? I’m just curious where Aunt Tonya is being held captive by Emmanuel.” 

Considering how Aunt Tonya was one of Sylvia’s dearest friends, he figured he would make good use of this information. Perhaps he could force her to apologize to him with this intel as leverage. Cliff pulled a face and answered, “Okay, I’m on it.” Odell then hung up and put down the phone. He looked through the binoculars again. 

Sylvia was still sketching. 

He grimaced and scoffed. 

Judging by how she had been wildly sketching for so long, she must have been scribbling something ridiculous and infantile. 

The next morning, shortly after Sylvia woke up, she got a call from Sherry. Sherry told her, “Sylvia, you were right. Aunt Tonya was taken to one of Michael’s places.” Sylvia enquired urgently, “Where have they taken her?” “Michael opened a clubhouse, and they had Aunt Tonya taken there yesterday. I’ll send you the address of this club.” Sherry told Sylvia while composing said message, “But this club is not a lawful venue-if you know what I mean-there are many dangerous people on guard, and my men couldn’t get inside. There’s no way you can sneak in by yourself. You’ll need to find someone who has free access to it.” 

Someone with free access? 

Sylvia immediately thought of Tristan. 

She did not want to get involved with him anymore, but this was Aunt Tonya! She had to find her 

After some brief hesitation, she made the call. 

However, it seemed as if the other party had turned off his phone. She tried to call again several times only to yield the same result. Tristan would not block her number. He was probably occupied with something else. Sylvia sent him a text message, “Tristan, I need your help. My father took Aunt Tonya to one of your uncle’s clubs. I need your help to bring me inside to rescue her.” 

Meanwhile, at the Rosses’, Dona and Sonia waited for a day without an answer from Sylvia, and both mother and daughter’s faces were stark with annoyance. Sonia could not wait any longer and asked, “Mom, Sylvia doesn’t care about the old hag’s life, does she?” 

Dona seemed rather skeptical as well. Aunt Tonya had taken care of Sylvia since she was a child. Dona thought that Sylvia would agree to the terms by last night, at the latest. She was not expecting there to be zero response even till now. Either she truly did not care about Aunt Tonya’s fate, or she was still putting a stubborn resistance. 

Either way, it was impossible for her to find Aunt Tonya’s whereabouts on her own.