Page 64 of Taming the Elusive Billionaire

“All right, sir, I will brief you immediately on every new development.”

“You do that,” I muttered and disconnected the call.

“More bad news?”

I turned and looked at Mom sitting on the couch with her hands folded on her lap.

I shrugged and moved toward the whiskey counter, took out a bottle, poured some into a glass, and gulped it immediately.

I closed my eyes as the whiskey's hot sensation burned through me, calming my raging nerves. When it stopped, I poured more into the cup, closed the whiskey, put it back, and began to walk toward the couch.

“I don’t understand this. It seems she disappeared from the face of the Earth.”

“Never underestimate the will of a pregnant woman,” Mom replied with a shake of her head.

I sipped the whiskey and bent my head, wondering where it had all gone wrong. Maybe I should have taken the bull by the horns the moment I slept with her to start our relationship.

Now everything was happening so fast that I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath. Lucy was gone for over a week, disappearing right from under my nose after her altercation with my sister. Only this time, she had left a letter, begging for my sister’s forgiveness, and asking me never to look for her.

Of course, I didn’t take heed to that as I had sent the best private investigator money could buy into work, yet each time he called, it had always been an unfavorable report.

I sipped my whiskey and turned toward Mom, sighing, “How about Ella?”

Mom sighed and shook her head, “She’s still not talking. She left her room, moved to another one, and has been there ever since.”

“She’s not talking to you too?”

“No, not at all,” Mom replied, “She thinks I am on your side only, and doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

I chuckled and rested on the couch while sipping more whiskey, “Beautiful, just beautiful.”

“We need to do something, son. I can’t imagine losing both girls, who have come to add more joy to my life, and with one carrying my grandchild. The thought of it gives me nightmares at night, and each time I wake up crying.”

“Honestly, I don’t know what else to do. Shit, this is so fucked I don’t even know where to start.”

“Come on, son. You are the Chairman of the Blackwood empire There’s nothing impossible for you.”

I kept quiet and rationalized that thought.

“There are millions of strings you can pull, people to call and get things done.” Mom insisted. “We just can’t sit here and watch her disappear. The more we wait, the farther she moves away.”

I nodded and continued to contemplate, seeking the right action.

“I have the best of the best looking for her, Mom. It’s like she has disappeared into thin air.”

“You might want to speak with your sister first.”

I chuckled and looked at her. “She would prefer hearing from the devil instead.”

“She sees you as one already, so that counts,” Mom replied. “Just speak to her, talk to her, find out what she thinks. I bet she might know where Lucy could have gone.”

I looked at Mom, smiled, and nodded. “You think so?”

“Come on, son. Those two were inseparable. They know everything about each other.”

I smiled, gulped down the rest of the drink, and stood. “Let’s see what she says then. Wish me luck, Mom.”

Mom smiled and rested her back on the couch. “You know I always do.”

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