When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 220

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Chapter 220 Traces

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When Anneliese called, Jonathan had just snapped a photo of the two pairs of slippers sitting side by side. Hearing the urgency in her voice, he finally pulled his gaze from the picture and asked in a low tone, “What happened? Do you need my help?”

“I can’t reach Jess. I don’t know exactly what’s going on yet, so I’m heading over to check. If I need you, I’ll let you know.”

“Alright. Call me anytime,” Jonathan replied without pressing further, though he still reminded her, “Don’t rush. Drive carefully.”

By the time Anneliese arrived at Riverview Court, Miles was already inside Jessica’s apartment with two property staff and a frail old lady.

Anneliese recognized her immediately–it was Madam Judy, the neighbor from next door.

“What kind of security dò you people run here?” Miles was shouting. “You just let anyone wander in? Jess is missing! If something happens to her, this is on you too!”

The security guard bristled, clearly offended. “Riverview Court isn’t some high–end complex. We get paid peanuts, not to play bodyguards! We already agreed to check the surveillance, but the cameras in this building are broken. What do you want us to do?”

“Enough. Stop arguing–what’s the situation?” Anneliese cut in as she walked through the door, pulling Miles aside.

Miles looked as if he’d seen salvation. “Jessica must’ve been taken sometime after 11 p.m. With the cameras down, nothing was recorded. But Madam Judy here said she heard a disturbance.

“She peeked through the door and saw three men in black come by. She was too scared to interfere and only caught a glimpse.”

Anneliese frowned. She questioned Madam Judy herself, but nothing useful came of it. In the end, she sent both the property staff and the old lady home.

“You haven’t crossed anyone lately, have you?” she asked Miles.

He shook his head. “Not that I know of, Should we call the police?”

Pressing her fingers to her temples, Anneliese pursed her lips. “I think I know what’s going on. Let me make a call.”

She stepped aside and dialed Jonathan. He answered almost immediately, the ringtone barely lasting a second.

She felt a pang of guilt–she was always troubling him However, there was no time for niceties now. “Can you help me track someone’s whereabouts?”

“Who?”

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“Marcus Johnson. Marcus as in M–A–R–C–U–S-”

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She hadn’t even finished when Jonathan cut her off. “Marcus Johnson of Johnson Property Holdings in Baytree?”

His tone carried a flicker of surprise, and Anneliese was taken aback too. “You know him? Yes, that’s him!”

“Alright. I’ll look into it. Come downstairs.”

“What?” Anneliese froze, then hurried to the window. Beneath the tree where Zacharias had parked last time sat a familiar black Maybach–Jonathan’s.

“I’ll be right down.” She spun and rushed out. She climbed into the passenger seat, still breathless.

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