Chapter 95: Missing

She couldn’t help but wonder what kind of expression Denise would have tomorrow.

When she got home, she was surprised to find Dickson wasn’t there. She tried calling him, but he didn’t pick up. Growing more uneasy, she called her grandmother, but Lily said he hadn’t visited her either.

A strange sense of unease settled in her chest. After thinking it over, she decided to head to the property management office to check the security footage. Just as she was about to leave, she ran into Jonathan.

Her eyes lit up. “Mr. Yeager, you’re back!”

She hadn’t seen Jonathan in days—he had been away for the past two.

“Are you heading out?” he asked with a nod.

“I need to check the security cameras. Dickson’s missing,” Sierra said, frowning.

Dickson rarely went anywhere besides home and the hospital, and if he did, he always let her know. This wasn’t like him. This had never happened before.

Jonathan didn’t think she was overreacting. “I’ll go with you.”

Since Sierra had just moved in, there was a chance the property management staff wouldn’t take her request seriously.

Sure enough, with Jonathan there, the staff didn’t ask too many questions. They quickly pulled up the footage, and Sierra saw that Dickson had left the complex around noon and hadn’t returned since.

She tried calling Dickson several more times, but he never answered, and eventually, his phone was turned off.

“Something’s wrong,” Sierra said firmly, her chest tightening. The memory of how she had first found Dickson—beaten and barely conscious—flashed through her mind. “I’m calling the police.”

She reached for her phone, but Jonathan stopped her. “He’s an adult, and he hasn’t been missing for 24 hours yet. They won’t take the case. Let me make some calls.”

With that, Jonathan called someone to start looking for Dickson.

He wanted Sierra to go home and wait for updates, but she couldn’t sit still.

“I’m going to check the club where he used to work. Maybe someone there knows something.”

Dickson had mentioned his old job before, and it wasn’t far from there.

“Let’s,” Jonathan said, unwilling to let her go alone.

The moment they stepped out of the car, a doorman greeted them. “Welcome.”

Sierra pulled up a photo of Dickson—the one taken when he had gone out with Lily that day. “Have you seen him?”

The doorman’s eyes flickered slightly.

Sierra immediately pressed, “He was here today, wasn’t he?”

The man hesitated, saying nothing. Just as Sierra was about to push further, Jonathan stepped in. He pulled out a few bills from his wallet and handed them over.

“He’s our brother. We’re really worried about him. Can you tell us what you know?”

Sierra was slightly surprised by how smoothly Jonathan handled the situation.

The doorman took the money, glanced around, then said in a low voice, “Yeah, he was here earlier today… 10:50 AM.”

Chapter 95: Missing

Sierra’s stomach dropped. Without another word, she turned and headed straight into the club.

Sierra quickly spotted the club manager and walked straight up to him. “I’m Dickson’s sister. I’m here to see him.”

The manager hesitated, giving her a once-over before something clicked in his mind. “Wait… aren’t you the Xander family’s daughter?”

Sierra had been in the spotlight a lot lately, and word had spread. The club had already heard rumors about her being the Xander family’s daughter.

He let out a short laugh. “Ms. Xander, you must be joking. How could someone like you be related to Dickson? Someone like him isn’t even in the same league as you.”

Disgust surged through Sierra, and her voice turned ice-cold. “I’ll ask one more time—where is Dickson?”

Realizing she wasn’t here to joke around, the manager’s smile faded slightly, but he kept up his act. “Ms. Xander, Dickson did work here before, but I haven’t seen him since he quit. Maybe you should check somewhere else?”

Sierra knew he was lying. She let out a cold laugh. “Do you think I came here without knowing anything? Just because I don’t look it doesn’t mean I don’t know. Now, hand him over—or things won’t end well for anyone.”

Seeing how firm she was, the manager’s friendly demeanor disappeared completely. He had only been polite to Sierra out of respect for her family name. But since she refused to back down, there was no point in pretending anymore. It wasn’t like the Xander family cared much about her anyway.

With that thought, he said flatly, “Ms. Xander, I’ve already told you everything I know. If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do. Even if you bring the police, the answer won’t change.”

Sierra’s expression darkened. The way he spoke—so sure of himself—meant he had backing. He wasn’t afraid of being investigated. Even if she called the police, they probably wouldn’t find anything.