âTyler, I agree to leave with you⦠I like the ocean, so letâs settle down somewhere near the ocean,
okay?â
âCan you remove my cuffs? I want to design our home.â
âHow does this design look? Do you want to make any amendments?â
Vicky put up a great act and appeared to be dreaming of their future together, so Tyler eventually
started envisioning their lives together as well.
He had always been composed and realistic, so he was never one to fantasize about the future.
He let his guard down and found himself drowning in the idealistic picture she painted for their future,
only to find out that everything was merely an act.
She escaped when he went outside and came close to truly getting away.
He was furious like he never was before, in a way that he had never felt even when he was tortured by
his mother.
When Tyler caught her once again, Vicky stared at him with despair in her eyes.
âWhy does it have to be me? Why?â
Tyler never asked why things were the way they were and had not considered what prompted him to be
so obsessive over Vicky, so he was stunned by the question.
âWhy, indeed?â He thought at the time. âWhy does it have to be her? Is it because of love? But love is
fickle and cheap. She once claimed to love me, yet when she left me, she showed no trace of
reluctance.â
Tyler never proclaimed his love for Vicky, but he never thought of parting ways with her.
At that time, he pondered for a long time about his obsession but could not make sense of it until he
overheard a certain passage somewhere after a considerable time had passed. âShe was the only light
in the darkness, providing warmth, dispelling the shadows, and introducing him to many things he had
never experienced before. However, that flickering light eventually extinguished and vanished into the
boundless darkness.â
Knock, knock, knock!
Just then, the sound of knocking woke him up. The person outside seemed to be in a rush and barged
in without waiting for him to respond.
âMister Hart, Iâve re-watched all the surveillance videos⦠Since Missus Hart left the estate, she hasnât
appeared again. Iâm not sure if she managed to avoid the surveillance cameras, orâ¦â Harryâs face also
showed signs of exhaustion. He had been working tirelessly, foregoing proper rest.
The terrifying thought that something bad might have happened to Vicky prevented Harry from finishing
the sentence, and the look in Tylerâs eyes darkened.
He remained silent for a while, absentmindedly tapping the table with his slender fingers, producing a
dull sound.
After some time, he suddenly stood up. âGather a team and come with me to the Hartsâ mansion.â
Harry was taken aback. âWeâve already searched there last time, and Missus Hart wasnât thereâ¦â
âThat was then.â Tylerâs eyes were as cold as an abyss. âIf she was transported elsewhere, thereâs no
reason why we couldnât find any trace of her.â
âCould it be that your parents lied, then?â Harry asked.
That mysterious person who helped Vicky last time, no matter how powerful they were, could not
secretly transport someone away without anyone in Zendonia noticing.
A faint, chilling smile appeared on Tylerâs lips. âThatâs the only possibility.â