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| paced anxiously across the polished hardwood floors of Rosewood Haven, my phone
clutched tightly in my hand. For the fifth tin an hour, | dialed Maxwell Chen's number, only
to be sent straight to voicemail again.
"Maxwell, this is Victoria. Callback immediately. | need to know where Ethan is."
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| ended the call with a frustrated tap, fighting the unfamiliar sensation of panic rising in my
chest. This had never happened before. Maxwell always answered my calls, always responded
to my messages. Something was wrong.
After Matriarch Evelyn Stone's death, | had put on my most convincing display of grief. I'd
offered to help Ethan with the funeral arrangements, wearing an appropriately somber
expression while secretly relieved that the old woman was finally gone. Her constant
disapproval had been a thorn in my side for years.
But Ethan had refused my help. That was within my expectations-we weren't officially together yet, so | had no
legitimate status in handling family matters. | didn't truly care about busying myself with the old woman's affairs
anyway. The matriarch wasn't worthy of my time
or attention.
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What | hadn't expected was Ethan refusing to let Emma andattend the funeral at all. Just because the
matriarch disliked me. And now, | hadn't seen Ethan since her death. The funeral
was over, but he wouldn't answer my calls.
I'd sent countless messages expressing my "sadness" over Matriarch Stone's passing, offering comfort and
support. No response. I'd gone to his residence and to Stone Pack Enterprises.
He wasn't there.