After searching the room and finding no trace of Juniper, Shanley was about to check flight information when a voice called out.
“Mr. Schwartz, what are you still doing here?”
It was Tucker, returning to the hotel in high spirits with a bag of snacks.
“Did Juniper contact you?” Shanley asked, turning around and forcing himself to remain calm.
“Yeah,” Tucker replied nonchalantly, popping a corn chip into his mouth. “She said something came up and she had to fly home early. What? You didn't know, Mr. Schwartz?”
Shanley’s lips thinned, but he said nothing.
“She really didn’t tell you?” Tucker assumed Juniper was just being difficult and couldn’t help but click his tongue. “That girl. How could she leave without telling her elders?”
He thought he could see how much it had angered Mr. Schwartz; the man’s face was practically black.
Felton and Flint frantically tried to signal him to stop. Their boss was already miserable about being “dumped” by Ms. Payne, and now he was being called an “elder.” The situation was just tragic.
Had the two of them fought? Tucker thought. No, that didn't seem right. His master, Juniper, had a temper, but she wasn’t unreasonable. To make her angry enough to storm off… who knew what this Mr. Schwartz had done to her.
Tucker’s expression soured. He had no interest in talking to someone who bullied his master, so he turned on his heel and left.
Staring at the empty room, Shanley felt a sharp, intense pain in his chest. “Felton, check the flights.”
“Boss, Ms. Payne is indeed on her way home,” Felton reported immediately. “Her plane took off two minutes ago.”
“Pack our things. We’re going back to Eclara City,” Shanley said, sinking wearily onto the sofa and staring up at the white ceiling. “And make arrangements for Tucker.”
“Yes, sir.” Felton and Flint immediately went to handle it.
Just then, Luella’s phone rang. “Hello?” she answered.
After listening for a moment, she handed the phone to Juniper, her eyes wide. “I think the base knows what happened on the island,” she whispered.
They had intentionally kept the assassination attempt on Sigma Network a secret from the base, afraid the others would worry about Juniper’s safety and rush in, only to make things worse. But with Luella being kidnapped and Juniper walking into the lion’s den to save her, the situation had been too perilous. One of their subordinates must have gotten scared and secretly informed the base.
“I can’t explain this…” Luella grumbled, rubbing her ear. “You take it.”
Those old-timers had nearly deafened her.
“Hello,” Juniper said, taking the phone with a slight frown.
“What happened? We heard you went to assassinate the head of Sigma Network!” a man’s voice boomed through the phone, thick with concern. “Luella was kidnapped, and you went to rescue her with those new micro-bombs you just developed? And not only did you get her out, but you also walked away from Sigma Network completely unscathed?”

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