Been Searching For Her All Week The next day, I received a message from her, asking me not to look for her and that she woulde back when she was done having fun.
When Oliver found me, it had already been half a monthter. He looked utterly deste,pletely worn out.
He appeared even more aged than his age.
When he saw me, he asked eagerly, "Where did Lauren go?" [ looked at him for a long while before asking, "When did you realize she wasn''t around?" He looked at me. "I''ve been looking for her for a week.”
"So, you mean you didn''t even notice she was gone for the previous weeks?" I stared at Oliver intently, & Initially, I had respected him. After all, he held the power of life and death over many businesses, including mine.
In Foswood, no businessman didn''t consider him the God of Wealth. Yet, he was so miserly toward a vulnerable woman, especially one who had apanied him for so many years.
It was the first time I had seen him up close like this. His sharp eyes met mine, and his pale face twitched, but he didn''t answer my question.
"I''ve always respected you, thinking you were magnanimous, kind, andposed. I thought you were a man of your word, and someone Lauren could
rely on. It seems you never truly valued Lauren, so why bother looking for her?" I looked at Oliver frankly.
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Oliver suddenly leaned toward me, his eyes bloodshot. "Tell me! Where is she?" Instinctively, I leaned back a bit and said calmly, "She has been with you for so many years. How could you not know her decision? If you can''t find her, how could I?" "What did she tell you?" he asked anxiously.
"She said she had figured things out and woulde back when she''s tired of having fun. That''s all I know." I told the truth, regardless of whether he believed me.
"Mr. Oliver, no one will wait for you
indefinitely. You''re exhausting all the trust and patience she had for you. She has thoughts, flesh, and a soul. She''s not a piece of wood, and she has no reason to let everyone despise her.
Strangers can do that to her, but you cannot. I''m sorry, Mr. Oliver, I can''t help you." I finished, picked up my bag, and left.
Suddenly, an earth-shattering sound of something breaking came from behind. I stopped in my tracks, my lips twitching, but I didn''t turn back.
That evening, As held me close and asked about the situation earlier. I looked at him and asked in return, "Do you think I did something wrong?" He smiled indulgently and ruffled my hair. "My girl, whatever you dois right."
"you don''t believe me? Do you think | know where Lauren is?" I looked at him. I knew Oliver wouldn''t give up easily. If he couldn''t get an answer from me, he would definitely go to As.
"No, quite the opposite. I trust your wordspletely and never doubt their truthfulness. Given Lauren''s personality, once she makes up her mind, there''s probably no turning back." As scoffed. "I absolutely agree with your take on Oliver''s actions." i''Can we me Lauren for this? What does Oliver think she is? His tool? His amusement? Or just a trophy wife to boost his ego?" I pouted. "For so many years, Lauren has been like a garbage bin, enduring so much injustice, abuse, and bullying. Anyone can ridicule and
humiliate her, but not Oliver. Shouldn''t every contribution of hers be duly recognized? "He''s too self-absorbed, thinking he''s the master, treating a woman as a piece of clothing. Also, his wife, that woman is truly formidable, malicious, and conniving. Even in death, she set traps. Impressive, I must say. I have to admit her skills even though I dislike her." "Alright, calm down. Don''t be mad." As pinched my nose.
"What do you mean by don''t be mad? You men are all the same. You just walked away holding her in front of me. Do you know how I survived that month? I was exhausted with so many sleepless nights. But what about you? You''re a bad guy. Mmm..." I couldn''t
finish scolding him as he clung to me, making it impossible for me to breathe.