Chapter 345
Perhaps Milena had planned this all along. Despite it being the dead of night, she was the only one there when they arrived at the Yurchenko family’s residence.
“My parents are out of town, and my brother’s tied up with work at the office, so he didn’t come home. I trust you don’t mind that I’m here all by myself?” Milena said with a smile, sitting in the living room in her bathrobe.
She didn’t reveal the slightest surprise at Aubree’s arrival.
Aubree fumed. It was obvious it was her doing.
Aubree’s anger flared up instantly. She lunged forward and grabbed Milena. “Where’s Birgitte?”
“Birgitte? Who?” Milena asked, feigning innocence.
Aubree ground her teeth. It had been nearly twelve hours since Birgitte disappeared. Of course, she was frantic. All rationality vanished. Her other hand clenched into a fist, ready to swing, but Bowen caught her just in time.
“Easy now. The team is almost in position,” Bowen whispered in her ear.
If they laid a hand on Milena now, they’d be handing her the perfect weapon against them. If they got held back again, things would really get difficult.
Aubree steadied herself. She vowed that the Yurchenko family would pay for this.
Milena watched Aubree’s helpless fury with smug satisfaction, laughing until tears welled up in her eyes. “Oh, aren’t you the impressive one? You managed to pry Trevor away from me, so why don’t you work your magic to find Birgitte?
“Oh, it suddenly occurred to me. Your company’s CEO is called Birgitte, right? Since I’m older, let me play the elder sister for a moment and give you some advice. Next time, do your homework before hiring anyone. Her name isn’t Birgitte but Birdie.”
Aubree’s eyes burned crimson, streaked with furious, bloodshot veins, making her look utterly terrifying.
Aubree had her people track the Cherniavsky family’s movements the moment she realized something was wrong, but Milena had concealed Birgitte far too well. Normally, she could afford to be patient, but not now. Every passing minute meant greater danger for Birgitte.
Aubree closed her eyes briefly. “Proceed with the standard questioning.”
The accompanying police officers began questioning Milena as per procedure. She crossed her legs and retorted, “How would I know?
“Davin Waldron owns the club. You should ask him. With hundreds of people coming and going every single day, who knows who she might have crossed?”
Milena was sure Aubree had no solid evidence and merely brought the police here to intimidate her.
Aubree chewed on her finger nervously, glancing over at Bowen. He was engrossed in his phone. When he looked up, he gave her a nod to let her know they’d pulled it off.
Aubree felt a heavy weight lifted from her chest. Moments later, the roar of an engine and the screech of tires pierced the air outside, followed by rapid, pounding footsteps. A voice sounded. “Where’s Milena?”
Before the housekeeper could respond, Quantavius stormed up to Milena and, without warning, slapped her hard across the face. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Quantavius?” Milena was utterly dazed as the slap sent her sprawling to the floor. “Why did you hit me?”
Quantavius let out an angry laugh. “Why did I hit you? Do you want to take a look at our family’s latest stock performance?”
It dawned on Milena that she’d crossed Aubree, and she knew Bowen had Aubree’s back.
However, Milena had it all planned out. With Birgitte in her hands, she had the upper hand. When she had revelled enough in watching Aubree humiliate herself, she’d make Aubree beg her before she’d tell them where Birgitte was.
After all, Birgitte was just some hired help. There was no way Aubree would go all out for her. Worst case, they’d have a falling out, but that was hardly a big deal.