Chapter 380
Jarred glanced down at the incoming call, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.
His finger hovered over the screen, but he had no intention of answering.
Sienna wasn’t standing particularly close to him.
Yet, she could still clearly see the name flashing on the screen: Declan Ward.
Declan was Jarred’s right-hand man; he knew everything about Jarred’s life.
Including tonight’s arrangements, which he had definitely helped orchestrate.
Declan naturally knew that Jarred was currently with Sienna.
Given his emotional intelligence and professionalism, he normally wouldn’t call to interrupt at a time like this.
The fact that he was calling meant it had to be urgent.
And at this exact moment, the only thing that could make Jarred frown p>
Sienna raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to look at him with a knowing smile. “Not going to answer Declan’s call p>
Jarred’s dark gaze was unreadable, fixed intently on her face. “Ignore it p>
Sienna narrowed her eyes, a cool, all-knowing glint in her stare.
Taking a few sudden steps forward, she reached out and pressed the answer button for him.
Then, she tilted her head, watching him with an amused, theatrical expression.
Jarred frowned, but before he could say a word, an anxious voice rushed through the speaker.
“Boss! We just got word from the Central Detention Center. Celeste is having an episode, and her mental state is extremely unstable.
She’s going from catatonic to frantic. Things are bad. Do you want to head over there p>
The moment the words landed.
The man who had just been standing there, letting her question him, moved with startling speed.
There was no hesitation, not even a fraction of a second’s pause.
He hung up the phone immediately, turned on his heel, and strode straight toward the door.
All his previous internal struggles, all his attempts to beg her to stay, vanished completely in that single instant.
Sienna stood rooted to the spot, watching his cold, retreating back, feeling a wave of utter irony wash over her.
The man who had just been trying to reconcile with her would, at the slightest sign of trouble from Celeste.
Always abandon her without a second thought to rush to another woman’s side.
Ha, men.
Sienna didn’t allow herself to wallow in pointless emotions.
She was always rational and sharp, decisive in a crisis, never wasting time on emotional turmoil.
She immediately pulled out her phone and dialed Thea Stanton’s number.
“Thea, check the news at the Central Detention Center right now. Rumor has it Celeste just had a sudden mental breakdown p>
On the other end, Thea sounded baffled. “Sienna? Where did you hear that?
I just left the detention center an hour ago after a meeting. Celeste was completely stable and acting perfectly normal.
There wasn’t a single thing wrong with her. Her mental state was excellent, she didn’t look like she was having any issues at all.
Hearing this, the icy glint in Sienna’s eyes deepened, her suspicions entirely confirmed.
It was a setup.
From start to finish, this was a meticulously orchestrated act by Celeste.
She quickly gathered her thoughts, instructing in a low voice, “I just heard Jarred and Declan’s phone call with my own ears.
The detention center reported an emergency regarding Celeste’s mental state, forcing Jarred to rush over there immediately.
Investigate this right away. Verify what’s actually happening at the facility figure out what kind of trick. Celeste is playing, and meet me there p>
“Got it. I’m on it p>
Thea agreed, hanging up briskly to begin her inquiries.
Sienna pocketed her phone, and without a moment’s hesitation, she turned and headed straight toward the Central Detention Center.
Meanwhile.
A black Maybach tore through the night like an arrow released from a bow.
Jarred steered with one hand, resting his other arm on the window ledge, his face an emotionless mask.
Just then, Declan called again.
Jarred answered the call.