I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 103 Sheena was shocked. “Phoebe is missing?”

“Yes, Ms. Sheena. This isn’t a simple case of withdrawing from the show. There’s something fishy going on. Phoebe was in great spirits before the recording, getting along well with the other contestants. It’s unlikely she would suddenly disappear without a word.”

Sheena calmly instructed, “| understand. Proceed with the show as planned and keep it discreet. Contact me immediately if anything comes up. I'll start investigating this matter. Make sure things remain stable at the set.”

Then, Sheena hung up the phone, frowning deeply. After some thoughts, she finally dialed the number at the bottom of her contact list.

“M-Ms. Lawson?” The person on the other end sounded astonished, stammering, ‘Is it really you?” “It’s me,” Sheena replied. The person on the other end grew excited instantly. Even through the screen, their shock and joy were obvious.

“Ms. Lawson, it’s been at least six years since you last contacted us. Is there something urgent this time? We at Dark Bell will get it done for you!”

Dark Bell was a secretive organization under Sheena’s command, with operatives scattered worldwide, infiltrating various fields and industries. Whenever she gave the order, there was no information they could not obtain.

“Investigate Phoebe Chamberlain’s whereabouts for me, and | want the results within ten minutes. As for why | haven’t contacted you all this time, it’s a long story. I'll fill you in when | have the chance.”

Sheena set down her phone. While she trusted Dark Bell's efficiency, she could not help but feel anxious as Phoebe’s safety became increasingly uncertain with every passing second.

The phone rang once again, and Sheena glanced at the time. It had only been eight minutes.

“Ms. Lawson, we've found her. Around noon, Phoebe received a call asking her to leave the set. The caller claimed they needed to discuss an important matter. After she left, she was immediately drugged and forced into the trunk of a car with a fake license plate. Then, the car headed toward Gravel Hill outside Farlem and disappeared from surveillance after passing through a tunnel.”

The person cautiously added, ‘I suspect they’re near Gravel Hill, and it seems like a kidnapping. What do you think?”

“Alright, | got it. Thank you.” Sheena remained composed and clear—headed. Later, she studied the map the person sent her, preparing to drive over.

Her phone chimed twice more. It was a text from an unknown number.

“Phoebe is in my hands. Come within an hour. If you’re late, you'll bear the consequences, Remember to come alone. If you dare involve the police or bring others, we'll kill her

immediately.”

Then, the unknown number texted Sheena an MMS of a picture of Phoebe bound and beaten.

Leaning against her fiery red Passat, Sheena fell into deep thought.

The kidnapper was using Phoebe as leverage against her, but they were not asking for money, just stressing that she had to go alone.

Could it be that person from the Lawson family?

Sheena thought it would be unlikely as that person seemed to know her too well. Moreover, the method they used to erase her memory was seamless. Hence, they would not have left this many clues for Dark Bell to uncover.

After some contemplation, she had a rough idea of who was behind this abduction. Then, Sheena turned off the navigation to Gravel Hill and returned to Howard's mansion.

Sheena changed out of her professional attire and into an all-black sportswear. The well- fitted design accentuated her graceful figure, and her-skin was smooth and fair. With her long hair tied up high, she appeared even more fearless.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing her footsteps coming down the stairs, Auntie Gloria nagged, “You just got back, and you’re leaving again? Ms. Lawson, you've been tirelessly working at the company. You need to rest properly. Your health is important.”