Chapter 475
Chapter 475:
Habit had always driven Zaria to arrive ahead of schedule, a discipline she had built from the first day of her career. What began as an effort to impress her superiors had long since hardened into instinctive routine. Because of that consistency, the sight of Kyson appearing in person unsettled her completely, her shoulders stiffening as surprise flashed across her face. “Mr. Blake? What brings you here p>
Cool indifference edged his tone. “Are you seeing someone p>
A faint hesitation crossed Zaria’s eyes before she answered, “Not really p>
Impatience flared in Kyson, his brows knitting. “Hand over that man’s contact details and his address. Right now p>
Without hesitation, she passed the information to him. He promptly sent everything over to Devin. “Track this man’s recent movements and figure out exactly what he’s been doing p>
Hearing the name, Devin immediately recalled their encounter from a few days earlier. “Mr. Blake, could he have something to do with Ms. Evans going missing p>
I𝗇𝘵𝘦𝗇s𝘦 𝘳om𝖺nce 𝗼𝘯 𝗀𝖺𝗅ոo𝘷𝖾𝗹ѕ.𝘤𝘰𝘮
“Maybe. He works for Candice,” Kyson replied.
“Understood p>
Once the call ended, an oppressive hush swallowed the space around him. For a brief, disorienting moment, Kyson didn’t know where to direct his next move — the helplessness gnawing at him harder than walking away from a billion-dollar contract ever could.
He got in the car and sank against the leather seat, exhaling a long, weighted breath. Not even two heartbeats later, tension snapped through him and he straightened sharply, jamming the key into the ignition. The engine growled as the car surged forward.
Barely thirty minutes later, the car glided to a halt outside the hotel where Candice had been staying.
The clock had just slipped past eight — an hour when most guests were only beginning their day, so chances were high she was still inside. Restless fingers drummed a quiet beat against the steering wheel while fatigue shadowed his sharp eyes after an entire sleepless night. Creases marred his loosely fitted white shirt, and the two undone buttons revealed a faint glimpse of firm muscle beneath the fabric.
Despite the disheveled look, the mere lift of his gaze carried a cold authority that made the air around him feel heavier.
Ten slow, dragging minutes ticked by. A handful of strangers filtered out through the revolving doors, yet none matched the face he had been waiting for.
Just as irritation began tightening his jaw, a woman stepped into view on slender heels, her oversized black sunglasses swallowing half her features while vivid crimson lips stood out like a deliberate statement.
Lowering the window, Kyson gave the horn a short, crisp tap.
Startled by the sound, the woman turned her head toward him and halted mid-stride.
“Kyson?” In one brisk motion, Candice slid her sunglasses off, the bright sparkle in her eyes impossible to hide. “Did you come for me? Want to grab breakfast together p>
Kyson remained silent for a beat before finally asking, “Where were you last night p>
“Last night?” Color bloomed across Candice’s face, her imagination already spinning far beyond the moment. “Why didn’t you just call? I stayed late at the office yesterday and didn’t leave until almost midnight. Did you miss me p>
Kyson looked at her face and sneered. “Candice, not going into acting was such a missed opportunity for you.” With that, he turned the steering wheel without another glance in her direction.