34 Where is She?

Jacob saw his father pacing back and forth in his father's study.

"How did Mike say? Has he found Clara?"

"Not yet, Clara's traces have not found, even I also try to find her through her manager Johny, and he said he last contacted her two days ago when Clara was supposed to have a Catwalk schedule, but in the end, Clara and her assistant didn't come," Jacob said in a worried voice.

"Where is that kid ... it's not like she is usually like this; you've contacted his assistant?"

"Yes, already, but just like Clara's cellphone, there is no dial tone too."

"Has your mother found out about this?"

Jacob shook his head. Clara's father nodded his head.

"Don't tell your mother."

"Yes, I know."

"I suspect something is wrong here."

Jacob agrees with his father said. Is it possible that Clara got threatened lately? Why didn't anyone tell him?

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...

Now Clara is still sitting on the middle sofa as usual.

The clock showed 10:00 PM, there was no sign Chris was coming home.

Clara looked down, she was hungry, but there was no desire to eat. She didn't even care about his stomach as if screaming for it to fill.

Several times Clara tried to close the bead, but she also woke up remembering Mr. K's words that people were targeting Mr. K after her.

Clara guessed whether the person who targeted Mr. K was the person who attacked her at that time or the stalker who liked to follow her, and what was the reason they were targeting Mr.K instead?

"Ah, maybe the purpose of targeting Mr. K is as bait?"

That thought flashed through Clara's brain.

While Clara was being carried away with her thoughts, suddenly someone tapped her shoulder softly.

"Hey !!" said Clara reflexively as she turned towards the young man who was tapping her shoulder.

"Here ... I," said Chris, holding one hand with the package Clara ordered Chris when he left for the office.

"Ah~, you ... can you not if you don't startle me?" snorted Clara irritably.

"Sorry, you haven't slept yet? Are you waiting for me?"

"If I sleep, there is no way I'm here, and I didn't wait for you," said Clara indifferently, "I couldn't sleep because I remembered what your brother said this afternoon," Clara continued to Chris.

"My older brother ?" asked Chris, confused, knitting his brows.

Clara just nodded her head in response.

"So he's back? Or can he be reached?"

"Yes, this afternoon, I can reach him. He picked up my phone."

"Then what did he say? Why didn't he tell me anything."

"He will come home after he accomplished his job."

"What is my brother doing now?"

Clara shrugged her shoulders.

Chris just sighed softly. He thought his brother would communicate with him more often if he looked after Clara. But so far, Mr.K has not contacted him at all.

There was jealousy in Chris's heart because his brother wanted to pick up Clara's phone, whereas if he were the one who gave Mr.K the phone call, Mr.K would not have picked up.

'Should I also try to contact him? I have to find out what happened to him anyway,' Chris thought to himself.

"What's the package in your hand?" Clara asked as her attention fell on the box Chris had been holding on.

"Ah, I almost forgot ... this is the food you ordered this morning," said Chris when he handed the package to Clara.

"Sushi ?!" shrieked Clara happily.

"Hum."

"Wow ... you're very kind, Chris ... thank you."

"You're welcome ... sorry I can just bring the night."

"It's okay ... after all, I haven't ea—"

Clara's words were interrupted. She didn't want to continue her sentence because she didn't want Chris to suddenly talk to Mr.K that she hasn't eaten since noon and made Mr. K worry about her, especially since Mr. K has reminded her to take care of herself.

"What's the matter? Why is it like your sentence hasn't finished yet?"

Clara quickly shook her head and laughed forcefully.

'You weird.' monologue, Chris thought.

...

...

A middle-aged man seemed busy looking around at the place Clara usually visited.

"It's strange why that girl I haven't found lately?"

The middle-aged man did not seem to give up on his search. As usual, the middle-aged man was wearing a hat and glasses that partially covered his face as a disguise.

"Has she realized I follow her?"

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