"Sir..."
The servant tried to make excuses, but saw him stand up. "Report to Quinn later. Everyone, pack your bags and get out."
The servant's face turned pale, suddenly realizing their mistake. They had always valued Lydia's orders, instinctively prioritizing her, but it was Nelson who paid their salaries.
"Sir."
Nelson didn't want to hear it and strode outside.
Two bodyguards quickly approached Lydia. "Ms. Thorne, please leave."
From start to finish, Nelson had no intention of speaking another word to her.
Lydia felt her chest heaving violently. She clenched her fists tightly, wanting to scream.
But she had to hold it in, feigning a gentle demeanor. "We just had an argument."
The two bodyguards didn't buy it, keeping their professional tone. "Please leave."
Lydia's expression instantly turned vicious, but she had no choice. She stood up and left.
Nelson was already in the car, dialing Juniper's number, but she didn't answer.
He called everyone else one by one to see if Moonlight had been found.
But up until now, no one had seen the little dog.
Nelson slowly walked over and sat down, grabbing her hand. "They're still searching. We'll find her soon."
Juniper said nothing, just stared blankly at the necklace in her hand.
Her phone chimed. It was a picture from an unknown number. When she opened it, her face changed instantly.
The picture showed a pool of blood, along with a bloodstained knife.
A few dog hairs were scattered around the blood. Her eyes stung instantly, and she rubbed her forehead.
Nelson, sitting next to her, saw it too. He let out a curse, took her phone, and ordered his men to trace the number.

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