Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103 

Sheena was shocked. “Phoebe is missing?” 

“Yes, Ms. Sheena. This isn’t a simple case of withdrawing from the show. There’s something fishy going on. Phoebe was in great spirits before the recording, getting along well with the other contestants. It’s unlikely she would suddenly disappear without a word.” 

Sheena calmly instructed, “I understand. Proceed with the show as planned and keep it discreet. Contact me immediately if anything comes up. I’ll start investigating this matter. Make sure things remain stable at the set.” 

Then, Sheena hung up the phone, frowning deeply. After some thoughts, she finally dialed the number at the bottom of her contact list. 

“M–Ms. Lawson?” The person on the other end sounded astonished, stammering, “Is it really you?” 

“It’s me,” Sheena replied. 

The person on the other end grew excited instantly. Even through the screen, their shock and joy were obvious. 

“Ms. Lawson, it’s been at least six years since you last contacted us. Is there something urgent this time? We at Dark Bell will get it done for you!” 

Dark Bell was a secretive organization under Sheena’s command, with operatives scattered worldwide, infiltrating various fields and industries. Whenever she gave the order, there was no information they could not obtain. 

“Investigate Phoebe Chamberlain’s whereabouts for me, and I want the results within ten minutes. As for why I haven’t contacted you all this time, it’s a long story. I’ll fill you in when I have the chance.” 

Sheena set down her phone. While she trusted Dark Bell’s efficiency, she could not help but feel anxious as Phoebe’s safety became increasingly uncertain with every passing second. 

The phone rang once again, and Sheena glanced at the time. It had only been eight minutes. 

“Ms. Lawson, we’ve found her. Around noon, Phoebe received a call asking her to leave the set. The caller claimed they needed to discuss an important matter. After she left, she was immediately drugged and forced into the trunk of a car with a fake license plate. Then, the car headed toward Gravel Hill outside Farlem and disappeared from surveillance after passing through a tunnel.” 

The 

person cautiously added, ‘I suspect they’re near Gravel Hill, and it seems like a kidnapping. What do you think?” 

“Alright, I got it. Thank you.” Sheena remained composed and clear–headed. Later, she studied the map the person sent her, preparing to drive over. 

Her phone chimed twice more. It was a text from an unknown number. 

“Phoebe is in my hands. Come within an hour. If you’re late, you’ll bear the consequences, Remember to come alone. If you dare involve the police or bring others, we’ll kill her 

immediately.” 

Then, the unknown number texted Sheena an MMS of a picture of Phoebe bound and beaten. 

Leaning against her fiery red Passat, Sheena fell into deep thought.