Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 140

The intel Farrah spilled to Leandro didn't mean jack to him.

His relationship with Seraphina might be confusing to those around them, but it was crystal clear between them.

She might have tried to erase all their past, but when she found out he was behind her return to Sunburst City, the memories flooded back.

She probably still hated him. She hated him for treating her like a booty call. With her character now, she'd definitely want to get back at him.

He knew what to expect, so he just watched before. .

Her flirtatiousness, her come-ons, her deliberate indulgence, her feigned hurt... he saw it all, and even if he played along sometimes, he wouldn't get too hooked.

Now, she started playing hide and seek.

Alright then, he'll play along.

Las Vegas was miles away from Moonhaven. Keen had the means but felt stretched thin, let alone Leandro who didn't have the means at all, so he hired a few private detective agencies to look for Seraphina.

However, they came up empty after half a month.

Keen was at his wit's end every day with no news from Seraphina, while Leandro was business as usual, working when he should, resting when he should, seemingly unbothered.

But Keen still noticed something was off.

Like how the dark circles under the company executives' eyes were getting worse by the day. Their eye bags were heavier too, obviously overworked.

Keen didn't know why until one day a senior came to talk to him."Mr. Keen, have you noticed Mr. Reynolds has been working very hard lately?"

Keen was taken aback, "Not really."

In fact, he had been with Leandro for years and was used to Leandro's do-it-yourself style, devoting most of his time outside of his breaks to work. So he didn't feel anything special. The other person was almost angry at his answer, pointing at his eye bags in complaint: "We've been working overtime for a week! This is just too harsh!"

Keen thought back and realized that the entire company had worked overtime with Leandro for a week. It's really rare except in special times. But what special time was it now?

Even Laura couldn't help but vent to him privately. She said Mr. Reynolds had been a pain in the neck lately. Despite her best efforts as a professional housekeeper, she got nitpicked over trivial things lately - like uneven cuffs, coffee not at the right temperature, wine not to his taste, etc.

"Has Mr. Reynolds started drinking again?" Keen couldn't help asking.

Laura nodded, "Yes, a glass of whiskey every night. He's upped it to two these past couple of days! He didn't do this when Ms. Bennett was around."

Hearing this, Keen sighed.

Seraphina, it was all because of Seraphina! But that woman didn't leave a trace, no one knew if she was dead or alive!

This went on for a few days, and there was still no progress in finding Seraphina.

Late at night, after a round of talks with the detective agencies, Keen went to wash his face in disappointment. When he came back, he found Leandro, who was about to clock out, checking out the info from the agencies at his desk.

Keen quickly dried his face and ran over to explain, "These are all from the PIs, but there's nothing useful."

Leandro skimmed through it and asked, "Why are we only looking in Las Vegas?"

Keen was taken aback, "Ms. Bennett went to Las Vegas."

"If she wanted to go off the grid, she wouldn't have revealed she was in Las Vegas."

With that, Leandro tossed the pile of useless papers, turned around and left.