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    Eileen’s eyes widened in surprise at Julio’s words. Thest time she had seen Dalores was when Julio had arranged everything for her. Eileen had met her at the vi. Dalores had made it clear that she wanted to give birth to the baby before making any decisions. Why, then, would she run away?


    “She had nothing on her at the time of her disappearance—no money, nothing. That makes it impossible for her to have left Onnd,” Julio’s voice was full of worry. “Dalores is a woman near her due date, on the run with no money. What if something bad happened to her?”


    This thought troubled him deeply.


    “Keep searching for her. Look into anyone she contacted before her disappearance,” Eileen said firmly.


    Julio looked up abruptly, surprised. “What do you mean by that?”


    He had not stopped Dalores from having contact with the outside world. She had been obedient and had not caused any trouble. However, ording to the nanny, Dalores would sometimes make and receive calls and then return to her room.


    The recollection of this information gave Julio a thoughtful pause. “I’ll look into it. If she contacts you, let me know immediately. I’ll leavepany matters to you for now,” he said, his intention clear—he would search for Dalores himself.


    “Alright,” Eileen replied.


    “How’s Mr. Dawson doing? He seemed fine at the wedding two days ago. How did he suddenly fall into aa?” Julio asked, his concern growing.


    Only those close to Eileen and Bryan knew about Bryan’s condition. But since Eileen had been at the hospital these past few days, no one had asked her about Bryan’s situation.


    “He’s okay. He’ll wake up soon,” Eileen said.


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    If only her voice hadn’t carried the weight of hopelessness in her eyes, he might have believed Bryan was fine.


    He patted Eileen’s shoulderfortingly and said, “If you need any help, let me know.”


    “Thank you,” Eileen replied gratefully.


    Less than five minutes after Eileen returned to her office, her assistant rushed in. “Ms. Curtis, there’s been an ident at the construction site.”


    Eileen, who had been working on some documents, froze for a moment.


    “Take me there right now,” she said.


    Now that Bryan was in aa and Dalores was missing, the ident at the site was yet another addition to the string of misfortunes.


    Eileen and her assistant hurriedly made their way to the construction site.


    The ident had resulted in the death of one person. The deceased’s family was holding onto the body, making threats, and refusing to let the authorities investigate.


    “I want to see the person in charge. I want to speak to them personally. If not, I’ll blow up this ce!”


    The deceased was a woman.


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