CHAPTER 455: FOUND HER

The department head grew anxious too. "I’ll help look for her—maybe she’s stuck in traffic?"

Logan called Sapphire Valley Villa. Butler Miller answered: Selina hadn’t come home.

A wave of unease crashed into Logan’s chest.

On a day as normal as this, Selina had suddenly vanished.

She’d only gone out for a quick meeting, to visit a client. When she left, she smiled, waved goodbye, and promised she’d be back soon so they could leave the office together.

But Logan never saw her again.

The most important person in his life had stepped away for what seemed like a regular errand—on a day so ordinary, it could’ve faded into memory—and vanished from his sight just like that.

His chest clenched so tightly he could barely breathe. He pressed a hand to it, veins showing through pale skin. "Pull the security footage."

Now more than ever, panic was the enemy.

The department head and the assistants exchanged glances.

Honestly... half an hour of missed calls wasn’t that unusual, was it?

Could be her phone died, she was stuck in traffic, or just hadn’t heard it ring. All totally possible.

She’d parted ways with the team just before five. It was only 5:30 now.

A grown woman had only been unreachable for thirty minutes. Why was Mr. Reid this panicked?

Logan couldn’t explain it. It felt like drowning—like some deep instinct was screaming at him.

Yes, it had only been thirty minutes.

But if he didn’t find Selina... it felt like he might lose her forever.

Everyone he’d ever loved had left on what seemed like an average day.

They’d stepped out for something simple, and never came back.

He was terrified.

Logan rarely felt fear—but right now, it gripped him by the throat.

He exhaled slowly, deliberately.

Everyone was telling him: It’s nothing. People miss calls all the time. It’s probably nothing.

But nothing about this felt fine.

Logan turned and strode out. He had to go find Selina.

"Sir!" Jack called from the surveillance desk. "She was last seen in the underground parking garage. Twenty minutes ago! None of the exits recorded her leaving—she should still be down there!"

The underground garage?

Logan spun on his heel and bolted.

Why hadn’t she left yet? Was she still there—or had someone taken her?

"Start checking for any vehicles that don’t belong to Reid Group staff," Logan barked into the phone. "Send me the license plates immediately."

Jack, confused but swift, answered, "Yes, sir. I’ll get them to you."

Logan’s jaw clenched. His strides grew longer, faster. He was imagining the worst now. The pounding in his chest intensified.

He searched the garage thoroughly. No sign of Selina.

Then Jack’s voice broke through, tense. "Sir, no unfamiliar vehicles. Every car here belongs to Reid employees..."

"Then pull the records. Every car that left between 5:10 and 5:30—find out who was behind the wheel." Logan’s eyes fluttered shut, jaw locked tight.

Jack silently prayed nothing had happened to Mrs. Reid. If something had—he didn’t want to imagine what Mr. Reid would become.

He rushed to retrieve additional security footage.

And just then—

"Logan?" a faint female voice called out.

In an instant, Logan’s blood roared. He spun around.

A woman sat in the corner, clutching her ankle, lips pressed tight, clearly in pain. "Logan, I’m right here," she whispered.

Jack jumped. "Mrs. Reid?!"

It was Selina.

No wonder they hadn’t seen her earlier—she’d been tucked behind the stairwell door the whole time.

A wave of relief crashed over Logan—relief so powerful it made him dizzy.

"Selina!"

He rushed over. The joy of seeing her face again nearly short-circuited his brain. Fear, panic, dread—they all surged at once.

But thank God. She was here.

He realized his voice was shaking. He wanted to pull her into his arms, to feel her in his grasp—real, solid—but for some reason, he held himself back. He didn’t understand why. She was right there, and he didn’t move to hug her.

He didn’t linger on the thought. The terror of nearly losing her still clung to his chest.

"What happened? Why didn’t you answer your phone?"

The woman kept her head down and spoke softly. "Logan... I didn’t bring my elevator card. I tried to take the stairs, but I twisted my ankle. I couldn’t stand up. And then my phone... it broke when I fell."

Logan glanced down—sure enough, a shattered phone lay beside her.

A tiny parrot charm dangled from the case.

It was Selina’s.

His heart settled slightly. "You know you can use the fingerprint lock on the elevator."

Jack nodded in agreement. She doesn’t always carry her card, but the fingerprint scanner works for anyone above the 60th floor. Her print should be in the system.

The woman hesitated just barely, then offered a weak smile. "I must’ve panicked... forgot. Logan, my ankle really hurts. I just want to go home."

With a twisted ankle, carrying her would’ve made sense.

But Logan paused.

As he got close, he caught a faint trace of perfume on her.

Did Selina wear that scent?

His thoughts drifted for a second.

Just then, the Reid Group in-house doctor arrived downstairs. "Mr. Reid, let me examine Mrs. Reid first—just to make sure it’s not too serious."

The moment broke. Logan stepped aside.

The doctor crouched down. "Mrs. Reid’s sprain is moderate to severe. Best if she stays off her feet for a few days."

Which meant: no work.

Logan didn’t object.

After applying ointment and wrapping the ankle, the doctor motioned for two aides to help her into the car.

Logan moved to open the passenger side door, then paused.

"That phone—you love it. It’s custom made, right? Has your name engraved on the back. Want me to have someone repair it?"

He held the phone up, brushing his thumb over the little parrot charm. "Looks like it just needs a screen replacement."

The woman replied smoothly, "Probably not worth it—it’ll take days to fix, and I need a phone now."

Logan nodded. "I’ll have Jack buy you a new one."

Back at Sapphire Valley Villa, Miller Butler’s eyes went wide when he saw her limping. "Oh dear, a sprained ankle takes forever to heal. Did the doctor mention anything about diet restrictions? Oh! And Master Luke still doesn’t know—you know he was planning to invite you to the stables Saturday."

The woman smiled politely, chatting casually with him.

Then, as Logan stepped away, her gaze flickered.

Almost too casually, she said, "Miller Butler, I hurt my right hand too when I fell—it’s tough to use the fingerprint scanner. Can you add a few of my left-hand fingerprints to the system?"

Miller Butler didn’t even blink. "Of course, ma’am. I’ll do it right away."