Chapter 9
Nolan sat alone in his empty office, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the dense stream of information scrolling across the computer screen. He hadn't slept in three days. He had mobilized every contact Pierce Group had and even spent a fortune hiring private investigators, but there wasn't a single trace of Cheyenne.
Lennox's voice carried exhaustion. "Mr. Pierce, Ms. Brooks's ID and bank accounts have all been canceled. Her social media's been wiped clean, too. It's like she's… vanished from the world."
Nolan's fist clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.
The woman who used to follow him everywhere and would even report her travel plans before going abroad was determined to cut herself out of his life completely.
The office door opened softly. Georgia walked in, carrying a bowl of lobster bisque. She was wearing a pale pink dress, the kind Cheyenne used to love.
"Nolan, I made this lobster bisque for you. You haven't been eating properly for days." She tried to imitate Cheyenne's

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