Chapter 769: Chapter 769



Bobby’s expression remained unreadable, his presence darkening like a cloud-covered sun. “Directly or not, he’s tangled in this web. The last call I made to Fannie? It was answered by Selma.”

It was that greedy woman again!

Jett charged at Bobby with unrestrained anger, sending him crashing into a shelf. “You knew it was Selma who answered the call, and only now you realize something’s off? How have you been looking after her? Listen, you jerk! Fannie’s not someone you can just mess around with!”

Bobby stood motionless, accepting the truth in Jett’s accusations.

Had he realized this sooner, he wouldn’t be here now, unleashing his frustration on Jett.

Dulce stepped in, her voice firm as she held Jett back. “This isn’t the time for quarrels, Jett. We need to find Fannie immediately! Is there any way to reach Selma?”

Jett, fighting to control his brewing storm of rage, reluctantly took out his phone.

Ever since his breakup with Fannie, he had cut off all communication with Selma.

He had once committed to helping her with her film project, but everything changed after the breakup. He dismissed the idea, not wanting to be made a fool of again.

Doubts clouded his mind about calling Selma suddenly—it could make her suspicious. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

The phone line cut off after a few brief seconds.

Silence enveloped the group briefly before Bobby, looking uneasy, turned to Jett. “Where does that bitch live?”

A flush of embarrassment washed over Jett at the question. He had once visited Selma’s residence during their covert relationship.

“I know the place. I’ll take you there.”

“Count me in as well!” Dulce cut in, her determination clear.

The three of them climbed into Bobby’s car and made their way straight to Selma’s place.

As they navigated the streets, Bobby’s phone rang. It was Adrian on the line.

“I’ve reviewed the CCTV footage from Fannie’s office. Looks like a female artist, Selma Todd, is the one who took her.”

Bobby’s suspicions turned out to be true. Fannie was indeed with Selma.

Adrian continued to update him. “I need to stay with Joelle and the kids, and Shawn’s tied up with other matters. I’ve dispatched Michael and Callan to Selma’s place.”

“Thanks,” Bobby responded curtly.

Fannie found herself in a precarious situation, bound to a chair with a gag tightly secured in her mouth.

Selma was busy at a nearby table, printing a statement. “Fannie, this is on you. You drove me to this. After the news of our contract termination gets out, I’ll have no way to survive in this industry.”

Fannie struggled against her bindings, wincing as a sharp pain shot through her injured ankle with every movement. Her attempts to scream were muffled by the cloth in her mouth, leaving her powerless and silent, her eyes wide with fear as Selma advanced towards her.

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