No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1877

Chapter 1877 Change of Power

Elisa couldn't help but think about Bella and the rest. The company must be in utter chaos now, and Paul would seize the chance to take control. And that's precisely what happened.

No one had foreseen the company would undergo such a massive upheaval following the celebration banquet.

Elisa's sudden disappearance into the sea and various clues all pointed to Bella's involvement. She had become a prime suspect and was currently undergoing questioning at the police station.

The authorities had stepped in, and even the coast guard had joined the search for Elisa, but she remained untraceable. The night felt endless, and despite two full days of searching, the search radius had stretched to twenty kilometers, yet not a shred of evidence had emerged.

In truth, everyone was grappling with the harsh reality that Elisa's chances of making it were slim...

As for whether Bella held the key to Elisa's fate, opinions were sharply divided.

Back at the office, a voice claimed, "It's Bella, no doubt about it. There's evidence and witnesses. If it's not her, then who? She's probably gunning for control, but Ms. Benett underestimated her."

Others countered, "How could that be? Everyone knows Ms. Wickam and Ms. Benett were thick as thieves. With Ms. Benett in the picture, Ms. Wickam's future would've been golden. She can't be that delusional, right? If I were her, I'd stick to Ms. Benett like glue."

"Ms. Wickam's no longer calling the shots,"

Rochelle's sharp voice interjected as she breezed into the office area, exuding a palpable bitterness.

Her eyes swept across the room, eventually locking onto the individual who had spoken moments earlier.

Her lips twitched slightly as she added, "If you're so hell-bent on walking the same path as Elisa, I won't be the one to hold you back."

The person promptly clammed up, reluctant to utter another word.

Rochelle's entrance brought a sudden silence to the room. With Elisa gone, Paul's power surged, and Bella was still scrutinized. Naturally, Rochelle had reclaimed her position.

Those who hadn't given Rochelle her due respect in the past had faced consequences under various guises—some were demoted to less prominent roles. In contrast, others were simply shown the door.

Most chose the demotion route, as those cast aside by the Lin family found it tough to land solid positions within the industry.

The rest avoided stirring the pot, keeping their heads down. Only a handful of opportunistic types managed to thrive...

Meanwhile, at the police station, following a grueling round of questioning, Bella was informed she needed to maintain her cooperation with the ongoing investigation.

"Why? The chain of evidence isn't even complete. I should be out of here!" Bella challenged the police, her eyes bloodshot and full of frustration.

Bella seemed to have aged inwardly and outwardly in just a matter of days. Her appearance bore the marks of the trauma she had been through.

The police officers remained tight-lipped, merely locking the door.

Bella impatiently ran her hands through her hair in frustration. She didn't need much thought to know that Paul was orchestrating this.

Her time in custody had drained her both physically and mentally.

She had never felt this level of exhaustion, as if a truck had run over her body. But the weight on her heart was even heavier. The fact that Elisa was gone, and Gareth too...

Bella slumped against the wall, a look of helplessness in her eyes as she silently prayed for their safety.

She couldn't fathom how Julia would receive the news upon finding out about all of this...

Meanwhile, Elisa remained oblivious, living with Gareth in the cottage.

Occasionally, she pitched in with some farm work for Mrs. Kella within her abilities. As the days passed, she grew fond of the hardworking and kind Mrs. Kella. In a way, she was like a grandmother to Elisa.

However, whenever thoughts of the company crossed her mind, she couldn't help but become anxious and overwhelmed with worry.