You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 273

"Sir, we got Stephanie Collins' information." Eric was already in his private plane waiting for his take-off when he got a call from his secretary. 

"So, we easily caught the stinky fish," Eric remarked with disgust in his tone. "Send me all information now." He ordered with controlled irritation. 

He didn't know but this girl Stephanie easily ruined his mood even her name alone irritated him so much or maybe because he cursed people like her.

After he dropped the call, his phone chimed. 

He quickly opened his email and see the attachment. 

A.K.A 's: Stephanie Collins, Samantha Wilson, Rebecca Evans, Georgina Scott, Melissa Anderson, Danica Turner

Eric couldn’t help but frown. 

It was amazing how she could cope with all the pretentious names but at the same time, it irked him so much. 

Real Name: Unknown

Sooner or later this girl would have its real name. 

He would not stop until he would find her and brought his money back. 

Address: D, F C N, M, cities, B, V, M, X countries

His frowning grew deeper. 

Surely, this kind of girl uses men like changing her clothes. 

She was jumping from one place to another. 

‘Maybe it depends on her target.’  

Eric thought trying to analyze the data as he massaged his temple.

Real address: Unknown

No exact address. 

He heaved a sigh. 

This girl seemed to be an expert in hiding her personal life but he was sure that sooner he would dig into all her life's secrets.

No scammer could escape from him, especially her. 

The vicious person who got his money by tricking his uncle.

He didn't just steal him but his uncle also hurt his family. 

The family Eric considered his own.

These were all because of one girl who had many names.

Works: Bar dancer/singer, hooker, club server, casino dealer, escort service, cruise entertainer, party attendant

Eric massaged his forehead again. 

Her works explained her expertise. 

A hooker, a social climber, and a gold digger. 

This is his first time knowing this worst kinda girl. 

If not for his money, he would not waste time just reading her information. 

It's just so trashy for him. The girl is trash.

It wasn’t worth his time but he could not just let her go. 

Maybe his ego would not let go of the woman who victimized his uncle and got his money. 

His ego refused to be tricked by a woman, a hooker.

Work Address: D club, B club, Harbor cruise line, N Bar G entertainment, X live show Club 

'Hmmm…' 

Reading the places of her works, Eric nodded and he smirked charmingly.

 He seemed to have the solution to his problem.

Age: 28

He nodded again with a mocking smirk. 

He was sure her age was also fake.

 Her picture looked very young but whatever it is, he didn’t care. 

He was not like his uncle. 

He would not be hypnotized by her smile. 

For him, he would just find the woman to bring his money back and teach her a lesson that she would never forget.

The attachment was followed by her pictures in every place she worked and with different men.

 She was really a hooker.

 He wasn't that shocked but still, he couldn't believe how many names she was using and the works she was into.  

She had been to too many countries to work as an attendant or a service escort. 

Eric was sure that the reason was she escaped from the wives of the men she victimized. 

She worked mostly in clubs. She is an escort service. 

A girl who does all the men's satisfaction in exchange for money. 

No wonder his Uncle Byer was one of her victims. 

'Such a dirty soul hiding in that beautiful face.'

'You are dirtier than I thought.'

He heaved a very deep sigh while he muttered full of disgust in the air.

Staring at the picture of the beautiful girl, "You have my money. You have to bring it back whoever you are!" 

He always lost his cool whenever he realized that this kind of girl existed in the world.

Massaging his temple to calm him down, he slowly closed his eyes. 

He should not be thinking of that hooker right now. 

He should be thinking about Arabella. 

What happened to her? 

Why did she text those words like she was already saying her farewell? 

Thinking about Arabella, his mind was in a deep mess again. 

He was nervous as he tried calling her but until now, she wasn't able to answer his phone. 

He had to know what happened to her. 

He had to talk to her or he would die of just waiting and thinking about her. 

Meanwhile, in a private room, Arabella stood still in front of the man who was sitting on a throne-like chair. 

He had a powerful demeanor like a real king. 

Overbearing, and intimidating but handsome as hell. 

Women could go sinners with his hot male persona. 

"Bill, just get this envelope then I go." Arabella couldn't take another second to stay with him alone or she could feel the air wasn't enough for the two of them to breathe and she was running out of air in her body. 

If she would stay there longer, she would probably die from suffocation.

With his index finger put on his lower lip sexily, he just looked at her without no emotion on his face. 

His eyes were bottomless and sharp as ever which made him look like a very cold person.

His long legs were still crossed over another. 

He sat very elegantly and sexy with his formal gray suit and tie. 

“Bill, please get this already. I’m already numb.” Arabella uttered but she quickly regretted it as she felt like she forgets that she was talking to Bill Sky. 

Numb? As if he cares.

Bill was still looking at her. 

His eyes alone were already killing her. 

She wanted to run away swiftly but she just couldn’t.