Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 646

Step by step, Heather ascended the stairs to the second floor. Her gaze was as fierce as a hawk’s and she was giving off a murderous aura.

These few days, Robert hadn’t sought her out for a chat. It seemed he had realized that something troubled her and had decided to give her some space.

The freedom thrilled Heather, for she was most afraid of facing him during this time. If he pushed, she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to lie to him.

When she returned to her small space, she took off her coat and prepared to take a shower. Ever since Myra’s kidnapping, she had found every day to be torturous yet passing too quickly.

After her shower, she came out wrapped in a towel. Her bare shoulders were alluring and her hair was still dripping water. Since there was no particular reason for her to do her hair during this period, she simply let it air dry while she sat in front of the computer, frowning deeply.

After turning on the computer and reading a few lines on it, she sighed softly. Even after so long, they had yet to find Myra’s concrete location. Just how stealthy are the kidnappers being? Originally, she thought that her tracking skills were improving in leaps and bounds under Zayne’s guidance.

However, even Zayne’s tracking skills were more theoretical than practical. Presently, she put down everything at hand, crossing her arms as she stared at the computer before her.

It was truly strange for a group of common thugs to have the ability to disappear without a trace. The more trouble she had finding Myra, the more she noticed the oddities in the kidnapping. Heather wanted to know who was behind the scenes, for anyone who had such an ability would surely have something to do with Caleb Moriarty.

Recently, she had arranged for people to spy on Caleb but they hadn’t found anything out of the ordinary. Apparently, all he did all day was work.

Doesn’t his country care that he’s working as a businessman? That was a question she kept thinking about. Doesn’t he have to return home for official duties?

At any rate, she dearly hoped he would leave Bradfort City quickly, for every day that he stayed, she felt immense pressure not knowing what he was up to.

Nonetheless, she didn’t believe business was all he was doing. Even Zayne advised her to drop her tail on Caleb, but she refused and privately hired a detective to keep spying on him.

A woman’s intuition was a scary thing, not to mention Heather believed so strongly in her intuition that Zayne felt depressed. He was restricted in everything while he was working under her.

Meanwhile, she refused to give up investigating Caleb. Even though she worried about his anti-reconnaissance skills, she had the feeling she might be able to find out one of his dirty little secrets if she persisted.

Presently, she turned off her computer. It was frustrating because every time they were about to find the kidnappers, the kidnappers escaped their grasp. She was just about ready to turn the city upside down in search of that elusive group.

It was almost like guerrilla warfare. If she wanted to capture the group, not only would she need to have a few teams on hand, she would need to ensure that she could rescue Myra in one fell swoop.

While it wasn’t hard to find good mercenaries with quality training, it would be difficult to rescue Myra without a scratch. That was something Heather hedged her bets on. However, without an easy solution, she could only choose the stupid one. If she could pinpoint the location of Myra and her kidnappers from the very beginning, she would have more time to carry out a rescue.

Now, she thought about getting a new computer. Her current computer was simply running too slowly and it was at this moment that she remembered the computer Leon had.

The problem was that she didn’t wish to get Leon involved in this matter. Given that even the kidnapper had warned her against it, she was extra hesitant. Of course, if Leon got involved, there would definitely be a breakthrough in the case and for a moment, the impulse to get in contact with him nearly overtook her.

The next second, however, she rubbed her eyes tiredly and sank back into her chair. A while back, he had acted so strangely that she felt like things weren’t as simple as he made them out to be. Now, she did not wish to give him any more trouble since, by her understanding of him, he was involved in something major.

It was already a failure on her part to be unable to help him. If she added more to his plate at this moment, she would never be able to live with herself.

Meanwhile, her phone stayed dark. The kidnappers would never contact her out of the blue, no matter how desperately she wished for it. Even Matthias did not contact her.

As she stared at her silent phone, she unexpectedly felt a little lonely. The world was so complicated and she couldn’t help remembering her most innocent childhood years before she knew what it was like for her parents to hate her.

The sound of knocking interrupted her thoughts abruptly. Looking toward the door, she called out, “Who is it?” She didn’t know who would look for her at this hour—perhaps the butler?

“It’s me,” Everly’s crisp voice echoed.

It surprised Heather a little that Everly dared to disturb her at this time. Clearly, the latter’s boldness had grown.

Heather was originally about to move to put on some clothes but she stopped mid-motion. After all, it was only Everly and decorum was hardly necessary. “Come in.”

Pushing the door open, Everly entered and gaped at her cousin. This was her first time seeing Heather in such a careless state. All along, Heather cared a lot about her image, and her constant breaking of the pattern during this period surprised Everly to no end.