Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 107

“I brought Edith to Sylvan Abbey. When we were leaving, I stopped by the restroom–and when I came out, I couldn’t find her anywhere!”

Right now, Justin was at the Hawksley family home.

Some of the older relatives had been brought over to the Northcrest estate. They were all gathered in the sitting room, sharing tea and

conversation.

Justin, however, couldn’t focus on any of that. He stood abruptly, his expression grave as he strode toward the door.

Father Benedict rose to intercept him, lowering his voice. “Hey, young man. All the elders are here, and you’re just going to run off? Is business really that urgent?”

Father Benedict clearly thought Justin was heading out for some work

emergency.

Justin frowned, fighting to keep his anxiety in check. There was still no word about Edith, and until he knew more, he couldn’t risk making a scene. So he simply turned back to the assembled relatives, giving a polite nod. “I’m sorry, everyone. Something’s come up at the company, and I have to attend an urgent meeting. Please excuse me–I’ll have to leave you in someone else’s capable hands for now.”

In recent years, Justin had led the Hawksley Group to new heights, earning the approval of the entire family.

No one took offense at his sudden departure. They only teased him lightly: “Once you’re married, you can’t be all about work, you know. You need to shift some of that focus to family.”

Justin couldn’t help but think how he’d buried himself in work these past years, just to distract himself. If she were by his side, he wouldn’t have needed to throw himself into endless days and nights at the office.

Chapter 107

His car sped toward Sylvan Abbey, but Justin’s mind was racing just as

fast.

He dialed Henson again. The Sheffield family had dabbled in some shady businesses in the past, though they’d cleaned up their act in recent years. But Justin knew those old connections didn’t just vanish overnight.

The call connected, and Henson, as always, was chatty.

Justin, on the other hand, wasted no words. “I need you to find someone for me. Edith Sumner. She’s twenty–six, local to Northcrest, graduated from Northcrest University.”

Henson listened as Justin rattled off the details. Then, in his usual unhurried way, he said, “Edith Sumner, E–D–I–T–H, S–U–M–N–E–R, right?”

Justin held his breath for a moment, his voice growing steely. “Henson, I

don’t have time to mess around.”

Finally, Henson realized Justin wasn’t joking. His tone shifted to match Justin’s seriousness. “Okay, can I at least ask who she is?”

“My wife.”

That shut down any hint of humor. Henson’s voice went rigid. “Give me an hour. I’ll find her.”

Justin glanced at his watch, pressing harder on the gas. “No. I need you to find her in thirty minutes. No exceptions.”

Henson hesitated only a moment. “Alright. I’ll do my best.”

Just as Justin was about to hang up, he added, “Henson, this isn’t about doing your best. You have to get this done.”

Henson drew in a sharp breath. “Understood.”

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