Chapter 325: Mr. Forrester, What Do You Mean by This?

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Mr. Forrester, What Do You Mean by This?

Keith Sterling saw that it was getting late and planned to tell Sienna Everett they should head back. After a full day, Sierra had already helped the archaeological team solve their main problem. The staff could handle the remaining work themselves.

But after looking around, Keith couldn’t find a single trace of her. It was already dark. Where had Sierra gone?

He called Sienna, but it rang until it automatically disconnected. What was going on?

Frowning slightly, Keith turned to find Director Jarvis and asked in a deep voice, "Director Jarvis, did you see where Sierra went?"

Director Jarvis was recording something in a notebook. Hearing this, he pointed toward the back right. "I saw Sierra go over there to make a phone call earlier. She should still be around. Let me take you."

The two of them walked over and scanned the area, but there was still no one.

"Sierra?" Keith called out, but there was no response.

Keith’s heart skipped a beat, and panic set in. He called Sienna’s phone again and heard a ringtone chiming nearby.

Director Jarvis followed the sound and spotted a glowing light in the darkness. "Over there!" he quickly said.

Keith strode over, only to find Sienna’s phone lying on the ground. It was his incoming call that had lit up the screen in the pitch-black night.

Her phone was discarded on the ground, but where was she? Keith’s heart sank heavily. He immediately bent down to pick up Sienna’s phone, praying she wasn’t scaring him, as he really couldn’t handle the fright.

Meanwhile, in the study of Veridian Gardens.

Julian Forrester sat behind his desk with a cool, detached expression. He was reviewing a contract for an important project. Flipping to the last page, he readied his fountain pen to sign.

He had barely made two strokes when a sharp pain suddenly pierced his chest.

The man’s fingers abruptly halted. An inexplicable wave of unease washed over him. The pen lingered on the paper for a long time, allowing a drop of black ink to bleed through the page.

Frowning, Julian tossed the pen aside and picked up his phone to check the time. Sienna should be boarding her flight right about now. After pondering for a moment, he decided to give her a call to check in.

Before he could dial, his phone rang. It was Keith. Julian casually answered it.

"Julian!" Keith’s panicked voice burst from the receiver. "Something happened! Sierra is missing! I looked everywhere but couldn’t find her..."

As soon as Keith finished speaking, he could feel an overwhelming, suffocating chill radiating through the phone. Terrified, he swallowed hard as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Julian’s aura grew as frigid as an arctic blizzard. His voice dropped to an absolute zero. "Give me the details."

Keith didn’t dare hide anything and spilled it all at once. "I just searched the whole area but couldn’t find Sierra. I only found her phone abandoned on the ground. I suspect someone took her, but there are no security cameras around here, so there’s no way to identify who it was.

"I scoured the vicinity but didn’t find any signs of a struggle. When Sierra disappeared, I didn’t hear her cry out for help. I’m guessing those people might have been armed with knives or guns, and she was taken by force. If they had firearms, they definitely aren’t ordinary thugs.

"Julian, I suddenly remembered Isabelle Sutton’s kidnapping. But Morgan Everett and Shannon Everett are both in prison right now. It’s impossible for them to hire desperate criminals to kidnap Sierra. Could it be someone else?"

Keith’s brows were knitted tightly, and he was so anxious he wanted to swear. "Who would hold such a grudge against Sierra? There’s not a single surveillance camera here. I’m running around like a headless chicken, completely unable to find any leads..."

Julian’s eyes turned terrifyingly cold as a certain figure gradually surfaced in his mind. Hanging up, he abruptly stood up and strode out the door, simultaneously dialing Samuel Sutton’s number. "What’s the situation with Ophelia Warren?"

Samuel reported, "Mr. Forrester, our people have been secretly keeping an eye on Ophelia. She’s been very quiet lately and hasn’t left Aethelburg. We tapped her phone, but she hasn’t made any calls to suspicious individuals. She hasn’t even contacted Theodore Dunn recently."

Julian’s face was as cold as frost. "Are you sure?"

Hearing this, Samuel panicked. Had something happened? Ophelia was being monitored by the captain of the bodyguards, Leon Stone, and his men. There shouldn’t be any mistakes.

Samuel wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead and desperately recalled Ophelia’s recent activities. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Mr. Forrester, we tapped Ophelia’s phone, but we’ve noticed she’s been using it quite infrequently over the last two days. Could it be..."

A chilling glare flickered in Julian’s eyes as he strode out of the study.

At Ophelia Warren’s apartment.

Ophelia sat on the sofa, elegantly pouring herself a glass of red wine. Thinking of Sienna currently locked up by kidnappers, a gleam of vengeful satisfaction crept into her eyes.

Uncle Dunn was the private doctor for the Prescott family, so he naturally knew that the Prescott parents had already arrived in Aethelburg and were supposed to meet with Sienna tomorrow.

Heh. Even without knowing that Sienna was their biological daughter, they still liked her that much and desperately wanted to see her? What a pity. Sienna had been snatched and locked away. How could they possibly meet tomorrow?

A sinister, venomous smile flashed in Ophelia’s eyes. She and Uncle Dunn would never let the Prescott parents meet with Sienna, and they would absolutely never allow Sienna to reunite with the Prescott family.

Relaxing, Ophelia took a sip of red wine. She set the glass down, stood up, and walked over to the desk. Pulling a worn-out old phone from the drawer, she turned it on and inserted a rarely used SIM card. She wanted to call the kidnappers again to thoroughly savor Sienna’s miserable state.

A triumphant smirk graced Ophelia’s lips as she dialed the scarred man among the kidnappers. However, an automated voice prompted that the call could not be connected.

She wondered what was going on. Could something have happened? Did Sienna escape? No, that was impossible! She had hired four kidnappers, all of whom were desperate fugitives with murder charges and guns. How could they possibly fail to keep an eye on just one Sienna?

Having reasoned this out, Ophelia felt slightly more at ease. She was about to call the scarred man again when she suddenly heard violent pounding on her front door. The person outside seemed extremely aggressive. She wondered who it could be.

Ophelia’s expression changed. She quickly shoved the old phone back into the drawer, turned, and hurried to the entryway, cautiously peeking through the peephole.

Seeing several burly, muscular men standing outside, Ophelia’s heart leaped into her throat. She wondered who these people were and why they were looking for her.

With a slight frown, Ophelia looked again. Suddenly, her pupils shrank. She saw him... the man who constantly appeared in her dreams.

His posture was flawless, his white shirt pristine, and his entire being exuded an air of noble elegance. Just by standing there simply, he reduced everyone around him to mere background props.

Ophelia was stunned at first, but then her eyes burst with delighted radiance. Why was he here?

Her heart pounded like thunder. In her nervous excitement, she wanted to open the door immediately. However, remembering something, she quickly smoothed her hair and straightened her clothes. After checking the nearby full-length mirror to ensure her appearance was flawless, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Driven by the desire to maintain a perfect image in front of the man she admired, Ophelia adjusted her hair one last time before finally reaching out to open the door.

"Mr. Forres—"

She had only managed to tenderly utter half of his name before two bodyguards barged in and pinned her down from both sides.

Ophelia struggled instinctively, but she couldn’t break free at all. Looking up at the man, she bit her lower lip, appearing gentle and wronged. "Mr. Forrester, what is the meaning of this?"