Chapter 29
Chapter 29:
Noticing Austin’s visible excitement, Domenic wasted no time and hurried to retrieve the surveillance footage. After all, a single photograph was all they needed to track her down, and once they had that, it would be only a matter of time. But when Domenic returned, his face was tight with frustration.
“Sir, there’s nothing on the footage from that time. It’s all just… blank p>
Austin’s brow furrowed slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Are you absolutely sure p>
“Yes, sir. The camera by the entrance of the club—during that exact time, the footage is completely blank p>
Austin paused, his mind working. A wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I see p>
This was becoming far more intriguing than he’d initially thought.
That young woman was definitely full of surprises.
His expression darkened as he let the pieces of the puzzle swirl in his thoughts.
The next morning, in the serene calm of the Harris family’s villa, the family gathered around the breakfast table. Callum was absorbed in the morning paper, his quiet concentration only broken by the occasional rustle of the pages. Meanwhile, Donna kept glancing up the stairs, her gaze lingering with a hint of concern.
Bella, sipping her milk, turned to her mother, her voice soft but laced with a quiet understanding. “Mom, Yelena came home pretty late last night. She’s probably still resting. Don’t worry about it p>
“Alright, let her sleep,” Donna replied gently, her voice warm but tinged with a trace of unease.
“Even so, it would be better if she came home earlier. It’s not safe for a girl to be out that late,” Bella added, her tone now tinged with subtle disapproval masked as concern.
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At that moment, a voice, cool and dripping with sarcasm, sliced through the air. “Thanks for the advice, but I didn’t realize nine o’clock at night was considered dangerously late p>
Yelena sauntered into the dining room, her steps leisurely, her presence exuding effortless confidence. She greeted Donna and Callum.
“Yelena, you’re awake! Come, join us for breakfast,” Donna said with a warm smile, gesturing for her daughter to sit.
Yelena slid into a chair, her eyes half-lidded in a display of relaxed indifference. She picked up a slice of toast, chewing it slowly, her calm demeanor betraying nothing of her thoughts. Bella bit her lip, her words soft but laced with a bitter edge. “You’re right, nine o’clock really isn’t that late p>
Donna, ever the peacekeeper, waved off the tension with a gentle smile. “It’s fine, as long as you’re careful. Speaking of which, we received an invitation from the Mitchell family. It’s for Esteban Mitchell’s birthday celebration. We’ll all go together. It’s a casual event—nothing too formal. It’s also a great opportunity for Yelena to meet some of our friends first p>
The official party for Yelena’s return to the Harris family promised to be a grand affair, far more elaborate than a casual celebration. It demanded meticulous planning, from drafting an exclusive guest list of the family’s esteemed friends to selecting an elegant venue befitting the occasion. Invitations would need to be carefully curated and sent well in advance, ensuring every detail reflected the prestige of the Harris name.
Bella’s smile faltered, her expression darkening at Donna’s words as a shadow of discontent settled over her features.