CHAPTER 7_Olivia

Ten days later, Milton was seated in front of his desk, his hand ruffling his hair in frustration.

“Have you heard a word about her?” Milton questioned, leaning back against the chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you found her location?”

He was on a phone call, and after asking his man to find the location of Charlotte, he had gotten no response so far.

“No, sir,” the man on the other end of the call replied. “There has been no news about her so far.”

“Did she go back home?”

“I don’t understand the home you are talking about, sir.”

“She isn’t at the Wilsons yet?”

“Yes, she isn’t there.”

“How could she not be there?” Milton questioned, yelling.

He knew for sure that she didn’t have anywhere to go apart from the Wilsons, but he knew they wouldn’t want her to.

“I have no idea, sir.”

“Have you checked the streets to see if she’s staying there?”

“Yes,” the man answered. “She wasn’t found. However, I heard about you seeing her the night after the divorce when she was given a L