Hiding that flash of disappointment, she looked up and asked, "So, Jonah, are we leaving now?"
Jonah Granger didn't look at her. His deep gaze landed squarely on Dominic Fairchild as he asked in a low voice, "Has Vivian contacted you?"
"What?"
Dominic was completely caught off guard. "N-no."
"What happened with Vivian?"
The man's eyes were bottomless, brewing a massive storm. He spoke every word with heavy emphasis. "Vivian is gone."
"How... how is that possible? She was just fine a little while ago!"
Dominic had just been thinking about how his daughter had finally matured. At the very least, she was helping him handle some company affairs, unlike her old self who only knew how to rebel.
Now, right before she was supposed to leave the country, she simply vanished?
And even Jonah couldn't find her. Could she have vanished into thin air?
Amara Fairchild only half-understood the situation. She glanced at the man's expression before turning to her father. "What does that mean? If Vivian is missing... does that mean I can't get my transplant?"
Dominic was equally frantic. He paced a few steps and said, "I'll try calling her right now!"
He dialed, but her phone was still powered off.
"That damn girl, who does she think she is!"
A vein throbbed at his temple. He cursed a few more times before remembering he had an important guest in his home. Turning around, he immediately adopted a subservient posture. "Jonah... do you think something happened to her? This is just too sudden!"
Jonah's eyes were rimmed with an unnatural redness. He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over Amara as he barely suppressed his temper.
His voice was hoarse. "I'll have someone take you to the airport. You head to Switzerland first, and leave the rest to me."
Amara froze. "What if you can't find Vivian?"
"Whether I find her or not, I will make sure you are cured."


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