Chapter 3

The skyscraper, Guller Group Tower.

The president's office on the sixty-sixth floor was dead silent. The air was stagnant, almost suffocating.

"You are telling me you haven't found anything after so long?" Cole raised his eyes to look at the assistant before him. His tone and gaze were very calm, yet it made people shudder.

"Yes, Mr. Guller. Mrs. Guller seems to have... disappeared into thin air." The assistant held his breath. He was so nervous that beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Disappeared into thin air?

Cole squinted his eyes. "Do you think a person can disappear into thin air?"

The assistant did not dare to respond.

This was the most bewildering thing he had encountered in his many years of work. He looked everywhere but could not find any news about Helma!

"Keep looking," Cole ordered solemnly.

The assistant withdrew as he wiped his cold sweat away.

Cole was unusually agitated. He loosened his tie, grabbed his jacket hanging by the side, and headed home.

There was the same dead silence in the villa.

Cole vaguely remembered that there would always be warm lights in the hall whenever he came home occasionally.

That beautiful and submissive woman would always be lying on the sofa, waiting for him.

Now, there was just darkness.

Cole reached to turn on the light. He squinted his eyes in discomfort as the room illuminated.

All he saw was an empty room.

No one waited for him anymore. No one to take his coat off. No meals on the table.

His hand reached for his heart.

This was the first time he had felt so cold in this house.

……

After spending almost two weeks resting at home, during which all she did was eat and sleep, Helma was starting to feel like she might die of boredom.

Neil had almost wiped away all traces of Helma. He could not bear to see her depressed either. "Why don't you go out for some fresh air?" he suggested.

Helma's eyes lit up, and she immediately called her best friend.

Wanda was quite surprised to receive her call. "Oh, so you miss me now?"

Helma sat on a rocking chair in the garden, basking in the sun with her feet up. "Yeah, let’s go out for some fun," she said.

Wanda felt that this was strange.

Although they had been in frequent contact over the past two years, Helma had never asked her out.

Her excuses would always be that she had to cook and be home to wait for Cole. All she ever talked about was that man.

That was frustrating.

Hence, Wanda tested her. "Where are we going? A bar?"

She never expected Helma to agree. "Sure."

The colorful lights danced wildly in the bar.

Wanda waited for Helma by the bar entrance.

Soon, a dazzling sports car stopped in front. A woman in black high heels got out, pushed down her sunglasses with her fingers, and smiled at Wanda. "I’m here."

Wanda froze.

Was Helma drugged?

Why wasn’t she playing the role of a good wife? Her dress today was hot and sassy, absolutely provocative.

"You are out today, your family..."

Helma shrugged. "What about my family? My brother urged me to get some fresh air. By the way, I forgot to tell you, I was hit by a car and have lost all memory of the past two years."

‘?!’ Wanda's eyes widened in disbelief.

‘No wonder.’ Wanda thought to herself.

Suddenly, it was a blessing in disguise that Helma had forgotten that scumbag Cole.

This is great!

Wanda immediately put her arms around her best friend's shoulders. She was overjoyed. "Come on, I’m happy today, I’ll show you a best time!"

The two walked into the bar. The drum kit on the stage was empty, and it seemed a little quiet.

"One song?" Wanda raised her eyebrows and looked at Helma. "I'm going to dance."

She paused. "Do you still remember how to jam?"

Helma’s red lips smirked as she snapped her fingers. "Watch me."

This was the scene that greeted Cole when he stepped into the bar.

The woman on stage had a wanton, chic look. Sunglasses on her head, her thick jet-black hair swayed along with her movements, making her even more beautiful.

She pouted her red lips as she beat the drums with perfect rhythm. There was a carefree confidence in her.

Cole stopped dead in his tracks.

The man with Cole noticed his grim look. He followed his eyes and stuttered, "F*ck, is…is…isn’t that Mrs. Guller?"

Cole's eyes darkened like spilled ink, completely black.

He had been looking for Helma for several days but the woman seemed to have vanished.

What a place to find her!