The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 1597

Jacob's heart started racing like a wild horse.

He quickly whipped out his phone, dialed a number, and as soon as the call was picked up, he barked, “I need you to find Erica!”

“Erica? What has she done to tick you off this time? Has your little soap opera finally escalated to her duping you out of your money and love?”

“Cut the crap!” Jacob paused for a moment, “And you, you jerk, stop making fun of her!”

The guy on the other end felt the heat of Jacob's fury and quickly responded, “Alright, Mr. Strand, just hold your horses. I’ll get someone on it immediately!”

Time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace after that.

Jacob paced back and forth in his mansion.

Whenever Erica returned to the country, she would come up with all sorts of excuses to crash at his place.

This house was the one she had stayed in the longest.

She didn’t like the color of the throw pillows, so she went to Hermès and picked out some exotic ones, which she then placed on the couch.

Those pillows totally clashed with the decor of his house.

And then there were the mugs she bought for the bar counter.

She always snuck in pairs of new ones, replacing Jacob's old mugs with the ones she picked.

Then there were the plants on the balcony.

She said his place was too gloomy and did not match her sunny and energetic image.

And there was...

As Jacob waited for the news, he didn't dare to take a break. He wandered around the house, looking at and touching everything that belonged to Erica.

She had been away for too long and with the housekeepers cleaning and airing out the house daily, her scent was long gone.