The next day, I received a message from her, asking me not to look for her and that she would come back when she was done having fun.

When Oliver found me, it had already been half a month later. He looked utterly desolate, completely worn out. He appeared even more aged than his age.

When he saw me, he asked eagerly, "Where did Lauren go?"

I looked at him for a long while before asking, "When did you realize she wasn't around?"

He looked at me. "I've been looking for her for a week.”

"So, you mean you didn't even notice she was gone for the previous weeks?" I stared at Oliver intently.

Initially, I had respected him. After all, he held the power of life and death over many businesses, including mine.

In Foswood, no businessman didn't consider him the God of Wealth. Yet, he was so miserly toward a vulnerable woman, especially one who had accompanied him for so many years.

It was the first time I had seen him up close like this. His sharp eyes met mine, and his pale face twitche