Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

At Bailey Manor, the atmosphere was heavy. The entire room felt like an ice cellar, and Victor radiated a chilling presence. However, anyone who knew him well could sense that beneath the cold exterior, his eyes betrayed a deep fear. His thoughts had already drifted far away.

One sentence echoed in his mind: Ozan Bailey had been taken by Tina and Jared.

And now, the matter of Simone Farrell had reached the Farrell family.

Although the Farrell family wasn't one of the hidden families, their dominance as the top family in Ashbury's elite circles for decades was proof enough of their formidable strength.

In short, while the Farrell family might not be able to challenge the hidden Langdon family, the Baileys were certainly within their reach.

People revered the hidden families as if they were gods, but few realized that these families weren't so different from ordinary ones.

The main distinctions were their mastery of unique mystical skills and their substantial wealth-generational fortunes left by their ancestors, enough to last lifetimes.

But times were changing. Rapid societal development had taken its toll. Even the Langdon family, let alone the Baileys, had little left of their ancestral resources.

This was why the hidden families had been making frequent appearances recently. They were running out of time; the well was running dry. New strategies were necessary.

Victor, however, had relied on less-than-honorable means to maintain his wealth over the years. One such source was Phil Walker.

The Bailey family was no longer what it used to be. If the Farrell family truly came knocking, they would struggle to hold their ground.

Victor frowned deeply, his voice low. "The Farrell family has taken him. This could get very complicated."

"Dad, if Tina really has him, we'll stand no chance!" Luke Gill's right eyelid twitched uncontrollably as he spoke. "Back in the day, none of them had spines."

Victor disagreed. "Not necessarily. My brother trusts me the most. Even if Tina has him, I doubt he'd give me up. My worry is..."

He trailed off, casting a fleeting glance at Ella Bailey.

Only he knew the weight of the anxiety in his heart.

Luke Gill looked at Victor, puzzled. "Dad, what do you mean?"

"Nothing."

Victor shook his head. The situation with Simone Farrell in Maplewood wasn't something Ella Bailey needed to know. "For now, let's leave it at this. I know Ozan Bailey well enough-if he keeps his mouth shut, Tina can't do anything to us." But Luke Gill wasn't convinced. He didn't know Ozan Bailey well. How could he trust his life and future to a stranger? "Dad, since Ozan Bailey is your brother, why don't we accuse Tina of kidnapping and demand his return?" The moment he finished speaking, both Victor and Ella Bailey turned to him.

One was furious, the other amused.

It was the first time since Luke Gill had married into the Bailey family that Victor had truly lost his temper with him. "Ridiculous! You know the bad blood between us and the Farrell family! You want me to grovel to them over some useless fool? Are you trying to disgrace me?"

"But..."

"That's enough! If Dad doesn't want to go, don't push him."

As Victor seemed on the verge of another outburst-there wasn't a second table in the room for him to slam-Ella Bailey interrupted with a calm voice. "Dad has a point. Ozan Bailey could be hidden anywhere. What if Mr. Farrell doesn't even know about this? If we go barging in, we might end up being the ones humiliated."

Victor's expression softened slightly as he glanced at her.

Ella Bailey, the only legitimate heir of the Bailey family's current generation, had always carried herself with composure.

She gave Luke Gill a subtle wink, as if trying to soothe him. Victor felt a bit of relief at the sight.

"Ella is right," he said. "We don't know where Tina is. Acting rashly will only make things worse."

Perhaps it was Ella Bailey's words that finally calmed him. Luke Gill, surprisingly, didn't argue further.

Victor, however, was still restless. The Farrell family hadn't made any moves yet-could that mean the woman was already dead?

Yes!

Maybe things weren't as bad as they seemed. Simone Farrell was Logan Farrell's most beloved daughter, the apple of his eye. For her to suffer such humiliation, Logan wouldn't stand idly by.

If they hadn't come for them yet, it must mean the woman was gone.

The thought brought Victor a strange sense of relief.

Ella Bailey, as the rightful heir of the Bailey family, had naturally gained access to the family's secrets.

With just one glance, she could tell what Victor was thinking.

A faint smirk tugged at her lips. Her gaze shifted to Luke Gill, whose calm façade couldn't entirely hide his anxiety.

She marveled inwardly. These two men-one was better at pretending than the other!

If she hadn't already discovered her mother's whereabouts, she might have been fooled by them.

Feigning indifference, Ella Bailey crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair. "In my opinion, we should wait and see. Luke Gill, why don't you focus on researching the medicine? As for the Farrell family, we'll keep an eye on them. If push comes to shove, we can resort to... unconventional methods."

For once, neither man had any objections to her suggestion.

Especially Luke Gill.

Before Ella had even finished speaking, he was already standing. "Fine, we'll do it your way. Dad, Ella and I will head back for now. Call me if anything comes up."

At a mall near the hospital.

Hayden had been sent to buy daily necessities for the Dyer family's villa.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

He was browsing the children's section, debating whether to pick up an outfit for Sally, when a pair of soft arms suddenly slipped around his own.

Years of combat experience kicked in instantly. He dropped the shopping bag in his hand and twisted the arm behind him.

A sharp scream pierced the air, echoing across the entire floor.

Nathan, who had been browsing nearby, rushed over at the commotion. "What's going on?"

Hayden, still holding the unknown person's arm, didn't even bother looking at them. "Someone was following me. I caught them."

"Following you? Are you sure?" Nathan scrutinized the person Hayden had pinned down.

The woman's delicate face was scrunched in pain, her eyes brimming with tears.

Nathan's brows furrowed as he pointed at her. "Maybe you should look at her first before deciding if she's a stalker."

Hayden dismissed the idea. "What does her appearance matter? Even if she looked like an angel, if she's following me-" He stopped mid-sentence, his expression shifting in shock. "Wait... why is it you?!"