Stephan didn’t even glance at Johanna. In an icy tone, he said, “Get out.”

Johanna bit her lip, hesitated, then obediently turned toward the door. Reaching it, she paused, as if remembering something. Her voice deliberately soft and sweet, she said, “Oh, by the way, Stephan, a call came in two hours ago. You were asleep, and I didn’t want you to miss anything important, so I answered it.”

Stephan’s hand froze, and anger flashed in his dark eyes. Before he could react, he saw the caller ID—Mike. Mike wouldn't call unless it concerned Felicia.

“Hello?” Stephan answered, his first question short and tense. “Did you find her?”

Johanna’s expression flickered, though she maintained her composure. She hadn’t seen the contact name, but the voice on the other end had been a woman’s, clear and distant. Stephan’s anxious tone made it clear this “her” was someone important to him. No wonder he'd left that day without hesitation; it was for that woman. If Imogen hadn't been so upset, he wouldn't have stayed at all.

Johanna quietly slipped out, closing the door.

On the call, Mike’s voice was as lighthearted as usual. “Felicia’s fine. She said she went on a little trip to clear her head and turned off her phone. So, relax, Stephan. Everything’s okay now.”

Stephan exhaled, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly. But his brows remained furrowed. “She’s always busy running her clinic. Does it make sense for her to just disappear without a word?” he questioned sharply. “And even if she did, why are there no travel records? No tickets, no hotel stays—nothing.”

Felicia had vanished for seven days. Even with all his resources, they hadn’t found a trace.

“Did you meet her?” Stephan pressed. “What else did she say?”

“Nothing, really. Just what I told you,” Mike replied, half-laughing. “Stephan, I think all those assassination attempts have made you overly suspicious.”

Stephan couldn't argue. The number of attempts on his life was truly beyond counting.

“Got it,” he said curtly, ending the call.

Immediately, he checked his call history. Felicia had called two hours ago, only for Johanna to answer. His expression darkened. That woman’s audacity…

He dialed Felicia’s number. The line rang several times before connecting.

“Hello?” Her voice was calm, distant.

Felicia had just showered; her damp hair dripped down to her collarbone. Drying it with a towel, she answered cautiously, saying only, “Hello?” The simple greeting sounded cold, almost dismissive to Stephan. A long silence stretched between them.

Eventually, Stephan broke it, sighing softly. “Where have you been these past few days? Did something happen?”

Felicia hesitated. Her recent ordeal with Maurice was indirectly linked to Stephan. It wasn’t his fault, but his association with her had made her a target. But she wasn’t one to hold a grudge, especially given his past help. He'd shielded her from a waterfall and rescued her from the Lawson family. She owed him, whether she liked it or not.