Mr. Leonard, you’ve arrived.
Yes, I’ve been sent to pick up some things. Is Mrs. Smith here as well?
Yes, she’s upstairs.
Hearing the voices downstairs, Mila quickly peered into the study, her eyes immediately landing on a black suitcase tucked in the corner—her suitcase! Her documents must be in there!
But footsteps were approaching on the stairs. Adrian, looking puzzled, was coming towards her, and the study held her crucial documents!
What should she do?
…
Leonard had just reached the bend in the staircase when he saw Mila coming down with a child. He stopped, slightly taken aback.
Mrs. Smith.
Mila nodded without responding, continuing down the stairs with determination.
Leonard hesitated before asking, Is there something I can assist with, Mrs. Smith?
I’m taking my son to my parents’ house, Mila replied lightly.
I can drive you…
Before he could finish, Mila was already out the door, not sparing him a glance as she left with her son.
Leonard stood on the stairs for a moment, his expression unreadable, before turning back to the study. He swiftly unlocked the code on the study door and began gathering the documents Mr. Smith had requested, his eyes casually flicking to the suitcase in the corner as he left.
By the time he reached the ground floor, the car that had taken Mrs. Smith had already driven away.
Unperturbed, he got into his own car and called Lysander. Sir, I’ve found the documents. Also, I’ve checked all the properties registered under Mrs. Smith’s name, but there’s no sign of the Red Hat robot.
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
Keep looking.
If it’s not under her name, then investigate those close to her. It could be held in someone else’s name, especially check Miranda.
Mom, what was that about earlier…
Adrian was full of curiosity, wondering why his mom seemed so frantic and didn’t actually pack anything before they left.
Before he could finish his question, Mila cut him off. Adrian, once we get to Grandma and Grandpa’s, I’ll make your favorite spicy chicken, alright? You can have anything you like.
Yay, that sounds great!
It had been a while since he’d eaten his mom’s cooking, and Adrian’s confusion was quickly replaced with excitement as he began listing his favorite dishes.
Mila glanced at the bodyguards seated on either side, feeling a bit relieved.
The situation had been too tense for her to even open the suitcase. If she had been discovered, everything would have been ruined. She had no choice but to leave for now.
Though unsure why, she was glad that her fingerprint could unlock the study door. It would make things easier.
In the next couple of days, she needed to find another opportunity to return before Lysander got back from the hospital. Staring out at the dense night, her eyes flickered with determination.