Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 258

The bodyguards in the room respectfully greeted Dominic as he entered.

"Mr. Jarrett."

Dominic narrowed his eyes at Zane.

Catching the cue, a bodyguard grabbed a bottle of ice water from the table and poured it over Zane's head.

"Ah!" Zane jolted awake, gasping heavily for air. Instinctively, he began pleading, "Please, let me go, I'll pay you back! I swear, my sister's identity isn't simple. Her boyfriend is Julian Lowell—the Julian from Lowell Industries! He has tons of money. Let me go, and I'll go get the cash from him right now!"

Toby frowned and stole a glance at Dominic, whose expression was darker than a thunderstorm. Toby's heart sank; he guessed Zane was entirely screwed today.

Dominic didn't get angry; instead, he laughed. "And who exactly is this sister of yours?"

Thinking there was a glimmer of hope, Zane struggled to open his bruised, swollen eyes to look at the man, ready to speak.

But before the words could leave his mouth, he recognized the familiar face. He immediately lost his voice, his face turning completely white with terror.

He finally realized what was happening.

"Mr... Mr. Jarrett..."

Dominic smiled. His large, well-tailored hand patted Zane's shoulder, each tap feeling as though it could crush the bone.

"Why so nervous? You didn't say anything wrong."

Zane's shoulders shrank back, his throat feeling as though it had been clamped shut. If he still hadn't figured out the situation by now, he'd be an absolute idiot.

"No, Mr. Jarrett, I misspoke! I misspoke! I shouldn't have lied to you..."

Dominic arched an eyebrow, his grip suddenly tightening on Zane's shoulder, a deadly cold smile spreading across his face.

"Oh? And what exactly did you lie to me about?"

"Ah!"

Zane shrieked in agony, regretting with every fiber of his being that he had ever tried to deceive Dominic.

Where the hell did he get the nerve to try and con Dominic Jarrett?!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jarrett! I'll tell you the truth now! I'll tell you everything I know!"

A chilling light flickered in Dominic's eyes. He finally released his grip and spat out a single word, "Speak."

"But the police station was completely useless. They dragged their feet and sent us back and forth several times. We just couldn't afford the time and energy—we still had to work to feed ourselves. So, Rosalie brought her back home and we stopped going to the station. We waited for them to call, but they never did."

Dominic's voice suddenly turned frigid. "Which police station?"

Zane shuddered and quickly blurted out The 5th Precinct.

Dominic signaled Toby to take note.

Toby nodded grimly. He had sensed something fishy from the very beginning.

Clara had taken a bus to the capital alone, not a high-speed train or a flight. This meant she was likely in trouble and couldn't use her ID. The fact that the police refused to do their jobs heavily implied someone high up had given them orders.

What in the world had happened back then?!

Zane babbled on about other things, but they were all about the aftermath—school, part-time jobs, meeting Julian...

It wasn't critical information, but Dominic listened intently, his heart aching immensely.

The girl he cherished more than his own life had suffered so deeply during those three years.