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He sighed deeply and shook his head. I could already tell what was going through his mind. He’d think I was obsessing again or overreacting. His reply proved that I was right.

“Maybe she’s not with her phone, or she’s asleep with her phone on silent,” he suggested, trying to calm me down.

I shook my head, knowing that nothing he said was the case. “Jenna is not asleep.”

Timur smiled tightly. He’d just finished arranging the files on the desk and faced me fully. I walked toward the desk to stand close enough to him while I spoke to him about my woman.

“We talked a while ago, and she just disappeared after reading my last message.”

Timur sighed deeply. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pushed it toward me. “Do you want to try calling her with my number?”

I stared at the phone for a while until my vision blurred. I didn’t think it was necessary to try calling from another phone. Whatever was distracting her from picking up my calls would also stop her from picking anyone else’s calls. It would just be a waste of time.

“That won’t be necessary,” I replied, and Timur put his phone back in his pocket.

He took a few steps backward, then leaned against the desk. He placed both hands firmly around it, but his eyes were still fixed on me.

“I hope she’s okay,” Timur said.

I didn’t think that Jenna wasn’t okay. She just replied to me with Sure, love! When it had nothing related to what I’d sent to her.

I asked, and she didn’t have answers, which was why she ignored me. Nothing was wrong with her.

I wasn’t afraid that something terrible had happened to her, though, after Timur said it, I thought about it for a while; however, I shook it off immediately. How could something go wrong after she sent the wrong message to me?

The suspicious message that she needed to explain.

I sucked my teeth. I was already pissed off. I wasn’t sure what was going through my head, which was why I needed to find Jenna and see for myself.

“What should we do now?” Timur asked. “Should we try to find her? Is she even at home?”

My mind raced. I thought of texting her again, attempting a call one last time. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. I lifted the phone to my ear and listened as it rang without Jenna’s response. The call ended, and I dropped the phone.

Sighing, I decided to find her and see for myself if she was fine.

“Timur,” I called with a slightly shaky voice.

He lifted his gaze to look at me with an expectant look.

“I need you to track Jenna’s number,” I instructed Timur. “Track her location and pull out the car. “

There was this questioning expression on Timur’s face as he glared at me, but he nodded his head slightly. I knew that Timur wanted to suggest that I should let it be or sit around and wait for her to respond, but it was already apparent to me that she had no plans to respond.

I could not just sit back and pretend as though nothing had happened. I felt like something was going on, and I wanted to find out what it was.

I looked at my phone and refreshed the message for the last time; Jenna had not responded yet.

“What the hell is wrong with her? What the fuck does she think she’s doing?”

Chapter 19 - Jenna

I rushed over to the hospital in the first car I was able to lay my hand on outside Feliks’ mansion; there were a bunch outside his house, and I had the liberty to use any of them—well, except for a couple that he’d prohibited me from using, which I understood; the reason could be because they had some complex modes of operations, or were especially expensive.

I tried to stop my heart from thudding as violently as it was doing against my chest for fear that it might suddenly burst open, and I had precisely no idea what would happen then. This was all about my mother’s health, and that worried me like nothing else could. My heart always skipped uncontrollably any time I received a call from the hospital concerning my mother’s health.

The doctors had told me over the phone that she was in severe need of blood from a relative, and I was the only one around to do that for her.

Getting to the hospital took too long; the hospital suddenly seemed farther than usual. It got to the point that I thought, fuck it, and slammed down on the accelerator to increase the speed of the car. I knew I was driving over the speed limit—well, more than a bit, if I was honest—and I might get pulled over by the cops. Still, I didn’t care, or I didn’t get the time to think of it because the only thing that mattered to me at that point was going to the hospital and saving my mother’s life.

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