Chapter 561

The first light of dawn painted the sky when Ethan Roscente arrived at Vivian Laurent's door, takeout breakfast steaming in his hand.

His knuckles rapped against the wood, the sound echoing through the empty hallway.

Silence.

He glanced at his wristwatch and decided to wait.

An hour later, the neighboring door creaked open.

A ponytailed girl rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Mister, are you looking for the pretty lady?"

Ethan's gaze sharpened. "You've seen her?"

"She left with her suitcase before sunrise." The girl tilted her head. "Asked if my stomach still hurt."

His pupils constricted.

In three strides, he reached the front desk, slamming his fist on the marble counter.

"When did the guest in room 606 check out?"

The receptionist flinched. "F-four a.m..."

His phone screen lit up with a lone message from Theo: [Mommy didn't reply]

Not even answering her daughter?

Ethan's knuckles turned white.

He searched every street in the foreign city until sunset.

Defeated, he boarded the flight home.

Outside Langley Corporation, Isabella Langley emerged in stilettos, lips curling at the sight of him.

"Here to turn yourself in, Mr. Roscente?"

His jaw tightened. "What Dark Web contract did Vivian take?"

"None of your damn business." Her scarlet lips smirked. "Heard Roscente Group's stocks are crashing. Focus on saving yourself."

Ethan stepped forward abruptly.

"The mortality rate for S-class Dark Web missions—you know it better than I do." His voice roughened. "Give me the account. I'll transfer twenty million now."

Isabella blinked, then laughed until her shoulders shook.

"You'll never understand her, Ethan."

Her heels clicked against pavement as she walked away without looking back.

"Vivian would rather die on a mission than take a single cent from you."