His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 483

"Ghost, it's me." Liam's voice was as cold as a poisoned blade. "I need you to do a job for me. Money is no object, but I want two people. Virginia Caldwell and Toby Vanderbilt!"

He wanted Virginia dead! As for Toby, the boy was his own son; he was going to extract him and raise him abroad.

A dark chuckle echoed through the receiver.

"Boss, this isn't a low-risk job. Archer is guarding Virginia like a hawk, she's surrounded by bodyguards everywhere she goes. As for Toby, word is he hasn't been going to school and is holed up at the Caldwell Estate..."

"I'll pay triple!" Liam's tone was dangerously icy. "I want them both within three days. Fail, and I'll package up every dirty deed you've ever pulled and send it straight to the authorities!"

Ending the call, Liam glared murderously at the moldy stains on the wall, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.

Chloe, I swear I'll make them pay a hundred times over for everything you've suffered!

...

Three days later, New York. Vanderbilt Group Executive Office.

Archer Vanderbilt stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, one hand tucked into his tailored slacks.

He was dressed in a dark gray dress shirt, his tie knotted flawlessly, and the Sandalwood Prayer Beads on his wrist gleamed under the light.

Having just wrapped up a grueling two-hour cross-border merger meeting, a trace of exhaustion lingered on his features.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, turned, and walked back to his desk to pick up his private phone.

The screen was empty. No unread messages.

Archer frowned slightly.

Before leaving the house today, Virginia had mentioned going to a downtown psychiatric clinic to pick up some files. According to her usual habits, she would have texted him the moment she arrived to let him know she was safe. Even if she forgot, she would have definitely sent a message by noon to ask if he had eaten.

But it was already past four in the afternoon...

Frowning deeper, he dialed Virginia's number.

Archer's gaze was incredibly dark. Thinking of something, he immediately dialed Clementine Sherwood.

"Mr. Billionaire? To what do I owe the pleasure?" Clementine's voice carried a hint of confusion over some background noise.

"Is Virginia with you?"

"...No. Didn't she have work today? I texted her earlier and she didn't reply. Figured she was busy."

Before she could even finish, the call ended abruptly. Archer's face was utterly grim.

Ten minutes later, the Maybach slammed on its brakes outside the clinic.

Not waiting for Zachary to open the door, Archer shoved it open himself and stormed into the lobby like a force of nature.

The receptionist was so terrified by his intimidating aura that she stuttered, "M-Mr. Vanderbilt..."