The black Rolls-Royce sped forward. Clint, expressionless, took out his phone and dialed Frida's number.

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try again later."

He tried twice, receiving the same automated message each time. Clint's face gradually darkened.

"Take me to Frida's house," he said.

The driver quickly turned the car around at the next intersection, heading toward Frida's home.

When they arrived, Draven and his wife greeted him with smiles. Clint wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. "Where is Frida?" he asked directly.

Draven and his wife exchanged a glance. The news of Frida's marriage to Washington had been kept secret by the Koch family because the wedding hadn't yet taken place. They had been strictly ordered not to reveal any details. So, no one in New York knew that Frida had already gone to Washington to prepare for her wedding.

Draven sighed, shaking his head helplessly. "Clint, you must know that your breakup with Frida really broke her heart. Now that you're about to get engaged, her mood is even worse. She left early for a trip to clear her mind."

"As for where she went, she wouldn't tell me. Her phone is off, so I honestly don't know where she is…"

Clint knew Frida's family would never lie to him. With Frida's family in such a difficult financial position, relying on the Mars family for support, Draven was only too happy to see Frida marry quickly and certainly wouldn't hide Frida's whereabouts from him.

That left only one possibility. He had broken up with her, and now he was getting engaged to Rachel. He had really hurt her, and now she had truly given up on him. She didn't want to face everything in New York, didn't want to listen to gossip. That's why she had gone away alone, probably on a trip to escape.

Clint remembered how Frida looked the day they broke up—lost and devastated. His chest tightened, a mild ache settling in. Maybe he still cared for her differently than he did for other women. Even Rachel was just a passing infatuation. After all, he had been with Frida for five years. No one could truly replace her. And he seemed to care for her even more than he had originally realized.

But, no matter what, she had returned the jewelry box, walked away without a word, and blocked his number. Clint still felt uneasy about that. When she came back, when she couldn't stand it anymore and came to find him to make peace, he would give her a little lesson. Thinking about this, Clint's expression softened slightly. With Frida's temper, her mood would soon pass. He could wait patiently.