The CEO's Wife Is Super Charming-Chapter 298 - 295: Cell Phone

The next day.

Elliana Lyle woke up early today after waiting until late last night only to find no clues.

As a result, she slept poorly for the latter half of the night and now feels exhausted.

Today, after checking the notification, she learned that Matilda Yale has already received a court summons.

So she called Matilda, but the result was Matilda’s unwillingness to chat further and she quickly hung up.

Perhaps the child still hasn’t realized the seriousness of the matter, or maybe she has some confidence.

Or perhaps there’s something too difficult to express.

The sunlight outside was just right, yet she couldn’t find a direction to strive for, as if there were too many things, so many it gave her a headache.

The disappearance of Summer Hue was something unexpected; she had never even considered the possibility of Summer Hue going missing.

She didn’t mention this to Zane Bennett but did inform the Hue Family instead.

Aunt sobbed uncontrollably over the video call, while Uncle fell silent after his initial emotional outburst.

She even wondered if Summer Hue hid herself away.

If that’s true, perhaps she’d feel a bit relieved.

But this was just a small consolation for herself.

Pikachu♪～

The phone’s ringtone activated her nerves instantly.

She picked it up and saw it was Luna’s call.

Upon answering: "I found something."

...

――― Midnight, last night.

Nightclub.

"Captain Collins, nothing was found; there’s no surveillance set up here, so we’ll have to take some items back for testing."

The items were from a private room where a group of executives from Will Global Films were relaxing.

Hearing this report, Galen Collins rubbed his temples with a slight headache; they had searched for several hours inside and out, finding no suspicious signs.

Maybe Summer Hue hadn’t entered the nightclub at all, or perhaps everything was handled too cleanly.

Nevertheless, she disappeared from here, so a thorough investigation is necessary.

It’s already late; continuing the search might not yield results. Better to wait and carry out tests later.

There have been quite a few disappearances recently, so much so that the entire team is overwhelmed.

After retreating, Galen Collins sent Luna a text message notification.

Uncle Collins: "No trace or clue found for now, took some items for testing, I’ll let you know the results."

After glancing at the message on her phone, Luna looked in the direction where the police cars were retreating, then back at the brightly lit nightclub sign behind her.

Finally, she picked up the phone and called Elliana Lyle, giving a brief report of the situation, after which she planned to check it out herself.

By questioning the staff, she confirmed the location of the private room, but it was currently sealed off, making entry a bit challenging.

Raising her eyes, she spotted the ventilation duct.

...

Half an hour later, Luna appeared inside the ventilation duct, which was considerably smaller than the others, forcing her to crawl with skin pressed against the surface.

She even worried it might narrow further, trapping her until a firefighter would need to assist.

Then she’d be accused of being a thief.

Fortunately, her petite frame allowed her to barely maneuver; crawling forward was exhausting, and she couldn’t stretch out fully. She now resembled a caterpillar inching forward by undulating movements.

Despite the mere ten-odd meters, the friction from the duct walls made even this short stretch take half an hour to traverse.

The air inside was unpleasant, and by the time she reached the ceiling above the private room, she was out of breath.

After immense effort, she pried open the filter grille, which was about three meters up, with a fairly small opening.

It seemed to have been tampered with, but thankfully she carried screws and such, basically a multifunctional tool.

After doing such things often enough, one learns to be prepared.

Toiling for ages, she hadn’t foreseen the screws being rusted; twisting resulted in the screw head breaking off!

The rusty metal piece; in frustration, she knocked it open with an elbow!

The metal frame fell, landing on a large LCD screen!

Luckily, no one was around; otherwise, such noise would certainly alert anyone outside to come in.

She first extended her foot below, finally gripping the edge with her hands to dangle herself, thus shortening the jump down.

Ready, she let go, landing perfectly on the ground.

A smooth landing.

She turned on the lights, and was surrounded by colorful lighting, causing her eyes to ache, likely she switched on the wrong lights.

Trying again, she finally managed to switch on the spotlights.

The room was quite large, with sofas lined up. On both sides were black leather sofas.

A long, wide coffee table sat in the center, big enough for a dance party.

A nice place for leisure.

She quickly put on shoe covers, wore gloves, and took a cloth to clean up shoe prints and the fallen frame from the floor.

She definitely couldn’t take the metal frame away, considering its age and the fact it smashed the LED screen upon falling, how could she explain?

Once ready, she began searching all around the room, including the restroom at the far end.

Many things here had been removed, hardly any hair or such was seen.

Returning to the sofas, she noticed the fluffy carpet had a trace.

It was like a golf ball had rolled over the turf.

With this in mind, she immediately lay on the floor, lit a torch, and shone it under the sofa, dust was clearly present underneath.

The gap in this type of sofa was tiny, roughly five to six millimeters, certainly less than a centimeter.

So even lying down, visibility was poor.

Just as she intended to get up, she felt uneasy about missing any spot, improbably as this part might be.

The sofa was immense, she couldn’t push it.

"Hey!―――!"

After several minutes of effort, she managed to slide the sofa halfway from its original position.

A corner of a shiny black object appeared, which she ultimately pulled out.

A mobile phone.

Pressing the power button, it showed low battery, unable to turn on.

There were some gains, but whose phone it was remained unknown.

A second-hand unit might fetch 600 bucks!

She placed the phone in a sealed bag, preserving any fingerprints on it for further investigation at home.

Just that... having moved the sofa out, restoring it was tough, and moreover... how would she exit?

The sofa was the highest point around, but even using it as a base, she couldn’t reach the duct.

She left home in a hurry, inadequately equipped.

Exiting through the main door might raise suspicions.

With the door locked securely.

And opening the door would require tearing the external seal.

She arduously replaced the sofa, trying to keep its contents unaltered.

After tidying up, she scoured the room, eventually locating a plunger rod in the bathroom, along with a curtain cord, tying them together.

It constituted a makeshift grappling tool. Given the rod’s length, aiming at the ventilation duct, she threw it, the end getting snagged inside the duct.

Though the rope wasn’t particularly sturdy, it should suffice for her to climb up.

After much effort, she ascended through the vent, deciding to take the rod and cord with her afterward.

No tools should remain behind.

Leaving the nightclub, daylight had already broken, and she drove back home, where she lifted the fingerprints from the phone and charged it.

Upon starting up, a cat image appeared, prompting for a password and fingerprint unlock.

Cracking passwords was certainly within her wheelhouse.