Sieg said that Alex hadn't been to the company in three days.
He wasn't at home either, his phone was unreachable, and he couldn't be found in familiar places.
After digesting everything Sieg had said, Candice sat in the living room for a long time.
She had no idea that in places she didn't know about, Justin had done so many bad things, and Alex had solved them all for her.
At that time, Candice was in her early twenties, still in college, and knew nothing. If Justin had really brought those things to the school, she didn't know what she would have done.
At 20, she was still timid.
All her courage was invested in loving Alex.
She sat on the sofa, hugging her knees, forming a protective posture.
She didn't know there were still so many misunderstandings between her and Alex.
So many that she couldn't pick up the shattered pieces and slowly piece them back together.
When Candice arrived at the prestigious Vestry Residence, she had to register at the gate. The guard reminded her, "Owners don't need to register."
Candice paused, saying, "I've already moved out."
The guard said he would check. She patiently waited at the gate, and when the guard returned, he confirmed, "Your owner's information hasn't changed; you're still the homeowner."
Candice nodded and went in.
Vestry Residence was a high-end residential area, and the owner's information was strictly managed, so there wouldn't be any mistakes.
Candice lowered her eyelashes, blocking her thoughts. Standing at Alex's door, she pressed the doorbell for a while, but no one answered.
She had called Alex before coming, but as Sieg had said, no one answered.
When Candice opened her own door, the clean scent of sunlight greeted her, followed by a sound from inside.
Her eyes narrowed, and she walked inside. Her voice was slightly tense, "Alex?"
The next second, a figure emerged from the bathroom. It was a janitor in a cleaning uniform. He looked at her and said, "Hello, I'm here to clean."
Candice's heart sank, and she asked, "Are there other people in the house?"
"No."
"Has anyone else been here these days?"
"I haven't seen anyone while cleaning recently. Only Mr. Elysian occasionally came before."
Candice nodded, then remembered something. She scrutinized the janitor, "You didn't ask who I was before letting me in?"
"You're Ms. Renault. Mr. Elysian showed us your photo and told us to inform him if you ever came back."
When Candice left Vestry Residence, her mood was complicated.
Alex wasn't here, nor at the company, and Sieg had searched elsewhere with no luck.
Candice was lost in thought, recalling what the janitor had said.
She looked at the street opposite, her mind in a whirl.
But when she looked at a certain place, a location suddenly flashed in her mind.
Candice immediately got up, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the north of the city.
As she inserted the key into the lock, Candice's heart suddenly raced. When she opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit her.
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