?Chapter 78:


    The scheduled photo shoot, expected tost five hours, waspleted in a mere three and a half.


    The model’s agent, impressed with Ellie’s work, asked, “Miss Gordon, would you like to join us for dinner tonight?” This invitation was a gesture of appreciation for Ellie’s talent.


    Ellie knew that dinner could lead to a friendship, which would be beneficial for future coborations.


    Regrettably, she had other ns. “I’m sorry, I’m already engaged this evening,” she responded, recalling her arrangement with Kaiden. “However, we can exchange WhatsApp contacts for futuremunication.” The agent agreed with enthusiasm.


    While they were exchanging contact details, Ellie’s phone rang.


    “Ellie, I advise you to step down from your role as stylist for the GT Group project,” Demi’s voice came threateningly through the phone. “If not, you’ll regret it.”


    “Demi, you want to cause trouble again, huh?” Ellie couldn’t help but smile with disdain. “Come on, the influence of the Gordon family pales inparison to the GT Group. It’s time you realized that.”


    Was Demi attempting to leverage her status as a Gordon to intimidate her again? Impossible!


    “You’ve been warned. You’ll soon be sorry,” Demi snapped before hanging up.


    Ellie, slightly baffled by the call, chose to disregard Demi’s words and focused onpleting her work.


    But half an hourter, her phone rang again.


    “Hello, is this Ellie Gordon, Cecelia Gordon’s granddaughter? This is Southern Nursing Home calling.” The voice was that of a worried staff member from the nursing home. “Miss Gordon, your grandmother left the nursing home unexpectedly half an hour ago, and we’ve lost track of her.”


    “What… What did you say?” Ellie’s face turned pale.


    The rain was relentless outside, and the nursing home staff’s voice was fraught with worry. “It’s a downpour out here, and we’re really concerned about her safety! She just left all of a sudden…” Ellie couldn’t process the rest of the conversation. Her focus shifted entirely from her work.


    Pulling back the heavy curtains of the photo shoot studio, she peered out. Boom!


    The thunder pped loudly, apanying the rain that now cascaded down the windows, the droplets asrge as beads, streaming down the ss.


    A chill ran through Ellie, as if doused in icy water.


    “Miss Gordon!”


    She heard someone call out as she dashed into the rain, but she didn’t stop.


    With no taxis in sight on the drenched streets, Ellie couldn’t wait. She ran through the downpour, her mind solely on reaching the nursing home.


    Why would Cecelia leave during such a torrential rainstorm?


    “Ellie!”


    A Ferrari pulled up beside her. The window lowered to reveal a young man’s face.


    Erick looked at her with concern. “What are you doing out in this rain? You headed somewhere? I can give you a ride.”


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