Chapter 852: HER MAKE-UP ARTIST WAS IN TROUBLE
Tristan called Adrianne/Addie as soon as he could. The phone kept ringing, but no one answered him. He asked Cayenne when the message was sent to her, and it turned out that Addie texted her an hour ago.
Still calling her number, Tristan used Elena's phone to call three bodyguards to check on the woman in her home. Cayenne didn't have any scheduled vlog today, so it was expected that her make-up artist was just at home. After all, Addie was someone who didn't like to go out and she didn't have many friends as well since she wasn't from A City.
Tristan assumed that Addie was home after checking her phone's location. However, when the bodyguards arrived at her apartment, Addie wasn't there.
"Sir, we found Ms. Addie's phone in the living room," reported one of the bodyguards while looking around inside the apartment. "It seemed like a fight had just happened here. The living room is a mess, but her valuable items are still here. She might have been abducted."
"Got it. Just stay there. I'll give you the next instructions once I have found some clues. Don't touch anything. I will report this matter to Lucian, too."
"Yes, sir."
Addie was complacent when it came to her safety. She didn't even have a single CCTV camera inside her house. Tristan had to check the CCTV surrounding the apartment complex just to find out what happened to Cayenne's staff.
"I sent you an address. Go there and ask them if they knew where Addie is." Tristan said and sent his short report to Lucian as well. It would be great to include the authority this time. The more people, the bigger the chance of finding her.
Meanwhile, Officer Nick, Lucian's colleague received the information from Tristan. He told Lucian about it and the latter formed a search and investigation team immediately.
"Last contact was over an hour ago with her employer Cayenne Ardolf Dumrique. She asked for help, but it was not stated what kind of help she needed from her. Cayenne's staff came to look for her to make sure that she was fine, but her house showed signs of aggression. It seemed like she fought with someone. Based on the footage that we obtained, the person who took her was her ex-husband."
"Divide the team. Check her ex-husband first. He is the primary suspect."
At the same time, the three bodyguards arrived in front of Derrick Quijano's house. One of them pressed the doorbell and a middle–aged lady came out to open the gate for them.
"Yes. How can I help you?" she asked while eyeing them up and down.
Bodyguard 1: "Excuse us, ma'am. Is this where Derrick Quijano lives?"
"Yes."
Bodyguard 2: "Can we talk to him? We just want to ask him questions."
"I'd love to bring you guys to him, but my boss left this morning."
Bodyguard 3: "You are not lying, right?"
"Of course, not. I have no reason to lie. If you want, you can talk to his wife, but you need to be very careful when speaking to her. She just had a miscarriage."
The three bodyguards looked at each other and came to a tacit understanding.
Bodyguard 2: "We'll come back another day, ma'am. We don't want to worsen your madam's problem."
They were about to leave already when one of them turned around to ask, "Do you have any idea where he might have gone? We can just look for him."
"Hmm, I am not sure, but he must have gone to look for his ex-wife. I heard that the miscarriage was caused by his ex-wife."
Getting this much information from a blabbermouth, the three bodyguards didn't take so much time and left. Not long after they walked away, a police car stopped in front of the house.
The helper frowned and walked back to the gate to open it again. "How can I help you, officers?"
"I'm Officer Nick from the North District Police Station. Is this where Derrick Quijano lives? He is under investigation as the prime suspect for Ms. Adrianne Corazon's disappearance."
The helper was stunned and was unable to speak for a moment. "You... Weren't they your colleagues? I... uh... "
"Which colleagues ma'am? We are the first team that got dispatched here ma'am," Officer Nick responded impatiently. "Now, where is Derrick Quijano?"
"Officers, my boss left this morning. He hasn't returned home yet?"
Nick turned to his comrades and pointed at two random officers. "The two of you will stay here and wait for that man to come. As soon as he gets here, invite him for interrogation."
"Yes, sir."
"The rest of you, come with me. We will investigate the case along with Lucian."
The moment they left, the helper went back to the house and told Derrick's wife about what happened. Angel Lazarette Quijano was dumbfounded. She didn't expect that it would become such a big case when her husband just left a few hours ago to deal with his ex-wife.
While the Police started their investigation and the bodyguards kept looking for her, Addie's hands were tied on each side of the bedposts. Her mouth was covered with a cloth while she stared at the man that she once loved. Tears were falling on the side of her face as she shivered in the cold.
She was very familiar with the place she was at, and she despised herself so much for even remembering the happy moments she had with her ex-husband in this place.
"For so many years, I pampered you and loved you, but when I wanted a child, you could never give me one. Adrianne, I thought I made it clear to you when we had our divorce. I only asked for one thing, for you to never show up in front of me again. How could you be so cruel? I understand if you hate me, but why did you have to kill my child? You know how much I wanted to have a son or a daughter.
How could you?"
She wanted to say in retort but with the gag, she couldn't make a single word. Only her tears never ceased from falling.
"Since you wanted me so much, sure!" Derrick said and moved closer to her, groping her breast really hard that she whimpered in pain. "I'll give you my body," he whispered and grinned. "You will stay here and be my toy until you could give me a child to compensate for the life that you killed. You don't mind us using our previous love nest for this activity, right?"
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