“I'm Vinson Nightshire,” Vinson immediately introduced himself. Before Sam could even answer, he added, “Where is Arielle shooting in Lightspring? And what time will she be done?”
“Shooting?” Sam was bewildered. “We didn't go to Lightspring for any shootings. Our shoots are all within the country.”
“Oh, okay. Sorry for disturbing you. Perhaps I’ve heard it wrongly.” With that, Vinson hung up the phone. Right then, Sam was instantly sobered up.
Vinson furrowed his brows when he found out that Arielle didn't come to Lightspring to film. Come to think of it, something's wrong here. Judging by how she reacted when I told her I was following her to Lightspring, and her behaviors after shed arrived, it seems like she's hiding something from me. What exactly happened? Why won't she tell me anything?
With those questions in his mind, Vinson decided to keep her disappearance a secret. He then rang the person in charge of the subsidiary and told him to check Arielle's whereabouts. After that, Vinson decided to visit the Wilhelms personally. After all, Arielle is their daughter. Maybe she's told them something.
With that assumption in mind, Vinson took a taxi to the Wilhelms residence. Since he didn't have the key to their house, he could only ring the doorbell. However, no one answered the door after quite a while. Apart from that, all their phones were out of reach.
At that moment, Vinson frowned as he glanced at the empty house. Who could it be? Who took Arielle away?
“Could it be him?” he muttered to himself.
Right then, a person crossed his mind. The mysterious man who sent Arielle those photos and tried to break us up. Why did he need to send those scandalous photos to Arielle? Why does he want to break us up, and why did he bring Arielle away?
Vinson was utterly perplexed. Without an answer to those questions, he tossed and turned in bed, and had a hard time falling asleep.
Meanwhile, on the cruise ship, Aaron was dreaming about the wonderful time he would have with Arielle in the future. Right then, he was interrupted by his bodyguard. “Mr. Aaron, the cruise ship has broken down. We can't move for now.’ “Broken down? What are you doing standing there, then? Get someone to fix it!” Aaron uttered coldly. If he has time to come and moan to me about it, why can't he just get someone to fix it?
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