Chapter 226: Could There Be Some Mistake?
Warren’s expression darkened like storm clouds gathering on the horizon as the call came to an abrupt end. In the front seat, his assistant instinctively drew in a sharp breath, willing himself to become invisible against the leather upholstery.
The atmosphere in the car grew heavier with each passing moment, a testament to how Warren hadn’t shown a single trace of joy since Vivienne’s departure from the Mitchell family. Misfortune seemed to shadow the Mitchell family relentlessly these days, denying them even a moment’s respite. Vivienne’s refusal to meet Warren spoke volumes about the depths of her lingering resentment.
The assistant’s eyes darted cautiously to his employer’s reflection in the rearview mirror; he weighed his next words carefully before venturing, “Mr. Mitchell, perhaps we could intercept Miss Hayes along her route home?”
“Do you know where she stays?” Warren’s piercing gaze cut through the air like a perfectly honed blade, causing his assistant to shudder involuntarily.
“I… I don’t know…” the assistant stammered, acutely aware of his limitations. How could he possibly possess such resources and intelligence? Since leaving Mitchell Group, Vivienne had vanished without a trace, leaving no breadcrumbs to follow.
Warren released a bone-weary sigh, his fingers moving to massage his throbbing temples. “Let’s go to Sinclair Group.” His mind raced with possibilities—Vivienne must have connections there, explaining her ability to move freely and share meals with Scarlett.
As their vehicle crawled through traffic, Warren’s phone shattered the tense silence. The bank manager’s name flashed across the screen. “Hello, Mr. Mitchell.”
“Yes, Mr. Wilde?” Warren inquired with carefully measured humility. “Has our loan application been approved?”
The ensuing silence stretched like a rubber band about to snap, heavy with unspoken complications. Allard Wilde cleared his throat before responding with diplomatic caution, “Mr. Mitchell, after the higher-ups’ review, I regret to inform you that your submitted materials were not approved. Perhaps exploring other banking options would be prudent?”
“Not approved?” Warren’s brows knitted together as his handsome features hardened into marble. “Could there be some mistake?” His mind reeled at this unprecedented rejection—every previous loan application had sailed through Allard’s bank without a hitch.
“Mr. Mitchell, I understand your frustration,” Allard offered soothingly. “To be frank, my inquiries revealed this isn’t personal. Recent regulatory changes have tightened lending policies. Your company’s scale and requested amount were flagged as high-risk investments.”
Warren’s expression only grew stormier, his frown carving deeper lines into his forehead. After what felt like an eternity, he responded with forced composure, “I understand. Thank you for your efforts during this time.”
The moment the call ended, his jaw clenched as he fought to contain his mounting fury. Something felt terribly wrong. Their previously smooth sailing had hit an inexplicable roadblock. Could the Sinclair family be pulling strings behind the scenes? Yet, if they truly sought revenge, surely their approach would have been more severe.
Pushing aside these troubling thoughts, Warren focused on his immediate priority: finding Vivienne and attempting to quell her anger. As fate would have it, their arrival at Sinclair Group coincided with Vivienne preparing to leave in a vehicle.
Without hesitation, Warren lowered his window and called out, “Vivienne!” His voice caused her to pause momentarily. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him hastily exit his car and stride toward her. From within the vehicle, Derek observed Warren’s approach, his features darkening with barely concealed displeasure.
“Wait for me,” Vivienne murmured, bending down to address Derek through the window.