Chapter 3
Back in New York, the sun rose over a Manhattan penthouse that felt more like a mausoleum than a home to a newly married billionaire. Daniel tore through the master bedroom suite, flinging closet doors open to find Amy’s side completely cleared out of clothing and personal effects. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he spotted the empty jewelry tray where her diamond earrings and everyday rings once rested.
His corporate private investigator stood nervously in the doorway, clutching a tablet displaying real-time financial tracking data and flight manifests. "Mr. Harrison, our airline network partners confirm Mrs. Harrison boarded a one-way flight to Portland under an alternative cash reservation late last night," the investigator reported. Daniel slammed his fist against the mahogany dresser, shattering a crystal perfume bottle into a thousand glittering shards.
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"Find her! I don't care how many private jets or corporate resources you have to deploy, track her down before she crosses state lines!" Daniel roared furiously. At that exact moment, the private security detail stationed downstairs buzzed up to announce an emergency visit from the corporate board of directors. Harrison Freight Systems’ stock was in freefall, and the mysterious disappearance of the founder's wife was already triggering panic among institutional investors.
Vanessa Cole stepped out of the private elevator uninvited, wearing a sharp white pantsuit and a triumphant smirk that vanished the second Daniel glared at her. "Your little wife ran away like a coward, Daniel, which means we can finally consolidate our corporate control without emotional dead weight," Vanessa stated coldly. Daniel walked slowly toward her, his eyes dark with a murderous fury that made Vanessa’s breath catch in her throat.
