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Chapter 325

Phoebe replied, “It’s a research institute.”
“What kind of research institute?” Nathan asked.
“Just a regular one. I’m her personal assistant, not her work assistant.”
The more Nathan listened, the more nervous he became. His heart raced, and he pressed on, “Then
where is her work assistant?”
Phoebe said, “He’s dead.”
“Her work assistant was a highly respected old professor, wasn’t he?”
Phoebe was taken aback. She stared intensely at Nathan as if asking how did he know. She stared at
him dumbfounded for a moment, without answering.
Nathan understood Phoebe’s implication by looking at her expression. Even without her response, he
could guess the truth. But without solid evidence, he couldn’t bring himself to
believe it.
At that moment, someone knocked on the office door.
“Come in,” Nathan called out.
Cole hurriedly entered the room. He sounded urgent as he said, “General Morrison, we’ve
found her.”
Nathan stood up abruptly. He opened a drawer, grabbed a handgun, and dashed out.
Seeing him with the gun, Phoebe hesitated for a moment. She then caught on and followed
him out of the office.
A convoy of military vehicles came to a halt in front of a luxurious private villa.
The security guard intended to intervene when he saw a group of imposing men approaching.
But when a handgun was pulled out, the security guard turned pale. Then he quickly opened the gate.
Nathan led the group into the villa. They stood in the opulent living room, scanning their surroundings.
Phoebe followed them, staying near the back of the group.
“Who are you people?” A maid appeared and she angrily questioned, “Why are your trespassing in this
private residence?”
Cole looked at her coldly and said with an angry tone, “Call Oliver out.”
Before the maid could respond, Oliver appeared and stood by the railing of the second–floor corridor.
He calmly looked at Nathan from upstairs with his hands in his pockets.
Nathan raised his head and locked eyes with Oliver. The tension between them was palpable.
“Nate, why did you bring such a large group over?” Oliver pretended to be puzzled. He asked. with a
smile, “Do you have business with me?”
Nathan’s expression became somber. He said in a stern tone, “Where’s Suzanne?”
Oliver smirked as he said, “Although Suzanne is my ex–girlfriend and is also staying in Hoffis Manor,
our relationship isn’t as intimate as you may think.
“If you’re looking for her, why did you come to me?”
At that moment, Phoebe couldn’t contain herself any longer. She stormed forward, pointed at Oliver,
and demanded, “You’d better release Mila right now, or I won’t spare you!”
Oliver walked down the stairs leisurely, then stepped into the living room. He looked at Phoebe and
said, “I don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Don’t play dumb with me! Mila disappeared right after she left this morning. During the last half–day,
the only vehicle that left Hoffis Manor was yours. Besides you, who else could it be?” Phoebe retorted.
Oliver sarcastically said, “Evidence is everything. Where’s your evidence?”
Phoebe clenched her fists tightly. She gritted out, “Fine, let us search the house. I’m sure that Mila is
here.”
“You have no evidence to suspect me. Why should I prove my innocence?” Oliver said with disdain.
He sauntered over to the sofa and sat down casually. Then, he looked up at Nathan and said, “If you
want to search, present the evidence and a search warrant.”
Phoebe was so furious that she wanted to slap Oliver. If it weren’t for him back then, Mila wouldn’t have
lost her memory. Her family wouldn’t have disappeared either.
“Mila! Mila!” Phoebe yelled in frustration. “Are you there? Can you make any noise? Mila…”
Nathan went and stood beside Phoebe. He whispered calmly, “Stop shouting. He’s a doctor.”
Realization dawned upon Phoebe, so she held her tongue.
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