Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again
Chapter 0089

William's POV: CRASH!

"Haven't you found them yet?" I roared in fury, watching them all cower at my voice. My attendees flinched as an ashtray smashed against the far wall. They had a right to be afraid, because at the snap of my fingers, I could have them all replaced with people who actually knew how to do their jobs. "It's been several days since they disappeared," I growled, digging my fingers into the palms of my hands. "What have you all been doing? Twiddling your thumbs?"

Only one of the men, a security guard, had the guts to speak up. "We're very sorry, sir. We're trying our best, but it's like they just disappeared completely off the map! Please, give us some time." The others nodded along with lowered heads, and some of them even trembled under my wrath.

My blood was boiling and my chest was heaving with rage, but there was nothing I could do to hurry things along other than to reprimand them for their idiotic behavior and expect that they'll bring results sooner rather than later. As they all filed out of my study, I tiredly sunk in my chair, letting out a sigh of exhaustion.

Hundreds had been spent tirelessly searching for Caroline and, more importantly, my son. Yet without the video cameras functioning that night or any witnesses besides Laura, I may as well have been looking for a ghost. I searched high and low, shelled out all the money necessary, and scrutinized every little detail surrounding the case, but there was no luck.

My irritation waned when I felt a small hand on my chest.

"Oh, William, calm down," Sophia whispered with a calming voice. "Our son will be fine." She rubbed my chest in an act of reassurance, playing the part of a kind, gentle wife.

By now, however, I long since knew she wasn't that. I detested how she thought to act as though she were Mrs. Anderson, instead of the woman who had uncaringly cheated on me and betrayed my trust.

As of now, she was just the biological mother of my son.

It didn't change the fact that her pregnancy and George's birth was never supposed to happen, but I'd rather not think about that...

Even when I was deeply in love with Sophia, she had never truly been someone I could see by my side as my wife. I was reluctant to admit it, but when I thought of taking a woman as my wife, I could only imagine Caroline in that role.

With a shake of my head, I endeavored to leave all of that behind me. If I thought of that now, I would only be stressing myself out all the more.

Sophia seemed to take my lack of response as an excuse to spout off the same accusation she had been hammering in for the past several days. "William, honey, I don't mean to say I told you so', I said multiple times that Caroline was a malicious woman."

I silently looked at her, irritation brewing in my gut. "So you have."

She "lovingly" combed a hand through my dark locks. "She kidnapped our son, William. She's probably been planning them for weeks."

Sophia smiled sweetly at me, the

same smile she only made when she desired something. This one, however had a desperate and pathetic edge to it. "Once we find them, you have to do something about her. If not for yourself, then for

George. You'll do that, won't you?"

I could read the hate she had for Caroline like a book. Despite her sound logic, though, I still struggled to believe Caroline had really up and kidnapped my baby.

Sandra's finding of the milk tin,

Laura's accusation, the hairpin - it

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all felt too... convenient. It all felt so obvious and pointed directly to Caroline being the culprit, and couldn't bring myself to internalize that fact. There must have been something I neglected, right? What could it be?

"William?"

I was snapped from my thoughts by Sophia's worried look. All I could do was give her a placating pat on the arm and offer her a ghost of a smile. "Don't worry. I'll make sure the kidnapper gets what's coming to them."

If that was Caroline, then so be it, but doubt still lingered in my mind. "Why don't you go make some coffee?" I suggested. "It's been a long night and I really need it."

Sophia didn't seem to question the request and simply left a sweet kiss on my cheek. "Of course, baby. I'll be back!"

With that, she left my presence. I waited until her footsteps faded before I picked up my phone and hurriedly dialed in a rarely used number. It could be the last hope to find Caroline and my son.

When the phone on the other end finally picked up, I didn't hesitate. "Hello? Bernard? I'm going to cut to the chase you still want some of my land downtown, right? Well, I'll finally hand it over, but you need to do something for me first."

A curt "ha!" sounded from the other end. "I knew you'd come around, Willy! Just spit it out. I'll do whatever you need to take that land off your hands," Bernard agreed, excitement thick in his voice.

I grimaced at the idea of having to give some of my land away, especially one of my business competitors, but Bernard had a complex network of connections. That included the military. If he could just do me one favor, I might just crack this case.