Chapter 819 Monica's Next Move

Chapter 819 Monica's Next Move

Day Eighty-Seven...

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Vincent returned home as soon as he heard that Mia had run away from home. Phoenix and Jane went out to search for her. But to no avail, they didn't see her. Phoenix mobilized Vincent's men to continue the search with them. "Lady Jane, Boss Vincent returned home. He wants to see you. Go back first. I will continue searching for Mia." Phoenix advised Jane to return home.

Jane shook her head. "I will not return until I find Mia." She felt responsible for this so she didn't want to stop looking for Mia.

Phoenix heaved a deep sigh. Jane was so stubborn. She wouldn't listen to him. In the end, all he could do was inform Vincent about it.

Since Jane didn't want to go back, Vincent decided to go there and meet Jane. It did not take long before Vincent arrived. He immediately approached her.

"Jane, what happened? Why did Mia run away?" Vincent asked her.

"It's my fault. She overheard our conversation." Jane answered truthfully.

Vincent rubbed the space in between his eyebrows when he heard that. "Mia is your daughter. You have to believe me."

Jane narrowed her eyes on Vincent. "Then how would you explain my medical records and the ultrasound result?"

Vincent was about to say something when he received a phone call from an unregistered number. He picked it up and answered the call only to be surprised to hear Monica's voice from the other line.

"I can't believe it, Vincent. You lied to Phantomflake that Mia is her child just to marry her. Well... I won't allow you to have her. You are mine, Vincent. Just mine alone. Always remember that."

Vincent's expression darkened. He knew it. Monica had something to do with this. She was trying to sabotage his marriage.

Despite knowing this, Jane rushed forward and enveloped Mia in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry, Mia. I'm so, so sorry."

The moment Mia felt Jane's warmth, the dam broke. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she sobbed uncontrollably, unable to hold back the flood of emotions.

Vincent, on the other hand, just stood frozen in his spot, clenching his fists while watching Jane and Mia. He blamed Monica for this. She was the reason for this conflict, If Monica hadn't said anything then this wouldn't have happened.

After a few seconds, Vincent turned around to leave, summoning Phoenix into his study room.

"Boss, what is it?" Phoenix asked him.

With a cold look on his face, Vincent responded, "Look for Monica. I want her out of this country as soon as possible! Make sure that she won't do anything to stop my wedding. Mobilize our elite men to do this mission with you. Failure is not an option. Do it fast!"

"Okay, Boss. I understand. I will do my best to locate her. Don't worry too much." Phoenix reassured him.

But Vincent couldn't shake the uneasiness growing inside him. As long as Monica was out there, lurking in the shadows, he knew peace would remain elusive.

She was like a ticking time bomb, her very existence a threat that could explode at any moment, unraveling everything he had worked to protect. The thought of her plotting, biding her time, kept him on edge, a constant reminder that danger was never far away. He had to find her before she could strike again.

Little did he know, Monica had started to move. He could no longer stop her since Monica was in her desperate mode as well. She would do anything to succeed. She only had one thing left to do– to contact Jane without letting Vincent know. Monica found the means to do it– Ethan's phone was in her possession right now.

"Hmm, so I can contact Phantomflake by calling Mia's number. What a perfect opportunity for me! Things are going my way! Let's see if Mia managed to return home. If not for this young boy, I would have captured her as well."

Monica sent a message to Mia's number, checking out if she was already with Jane.

[ Mia, have you escaped safely? Did you return home? Is your mommy with you? If she's with you, give this phone to her and tell her to call me. I need her help. ]

Monica pretended to be Ethan.