Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 314

I was left scratching my head, wondering where on earth he could've hidden the phone.

After last time's experience, I was certain he wouldn't be foolish enough to leave it in his car again. So,

where the hell did he put it?

The phone call he received today was definitely no ordinary call. The more I was sure of it, the more I

was itching to find that phone.

I took a seat, patiently scanning every inch of the study. I knew that he wouldn't be awake for a while.

After a while, I smacked my forehead, cursing myself for being so foolish. Because it struck me that the

room was under surveillance. I quickly grabbed my own phone, found the hidden surveillance app and

opened it.

Several camera angles appeared on my screen. I found the footage of the study, enlarged it, and

scrubbed forward a bit. I saw Jaylan returning, pushing the door open and sinking down on the sofa,

looking both weary and lost in thought.

He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked towards the bookshelf, pushed a hidden button, and disappeared Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

for a moment before re-emerging. He didn't seem to have gone next door.

When he came out, his handbag had vanished.

I quickly got up, followed his actions to open the hidden door, but I didn't rush inside. Instead, I

examined the hidden door carefully.

Sure enough, on the back of the wardrobe next door, hidden by the bookshelf on this side, was a small

sliding door. I reached in and found his handbag!

As I took the bag out and pushed the wardrobe open to cross over to the next room, I couldn't see any

sign of a hidden compartment in the corresponding spot on the wardrobe.

"Crafty bastard," I muttered under my breath.

Looking around the empty room, I felt an immense discomfort. Once I was done dealing with this

scumbag, I was going to move to a new place and start afresh. Everything here reminded me of too

many unpleasant memories, too many filthy incidents that I didn't want to recall. Every corner was

tainted with a dark shadow. If I stayed here any longer, I'd have nightmares.

I pushed the wardrobe back into place and returned to the study, eagerly unzipping the handbag to find

the phone.

Quickly, I unlocked the phone and checked the missed calls, looking at the corresponding time.

Sure enough, there was a missed call. The caller ID was a single letter: A.

My curiosity was piqued. Clutching the phone, I was tempted to call back immediately and find out who

was on the other end. Was it a man or a woman?

But I knew better; that would be like letting the cat out of the bag.

Curiosity killed the cat, after all. I had to control my impulsive nature.

I took a picture of the number and sent it to Logan without a second thought.

To my surprise, Logan replied immediately, [What's this about?]

I didn't beat around the bush, [This is the number that called Jaylan today at noon. It was a secret

phone. I was right next to him and could tell he was nervous. He didn't answer and hung up, then made

up an excuse to leave in a hurry. Wait, there's more.]

After sending the message, I checked his call log. Jaylan had called the number back 15 minutes later,

and the call lasted for one minute and thirty seconds.

I quickly relayed this information to Logan, and he immediately said, [I'll get someone to look into the

registered owner of this number!]

I sent him an OK.

While waiting for his response, I continued to search for other clues on the phone.

I stared at the blue icon, feeling both frustrated and helpless.

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I checked his profile, but it was empty!

Just then, the phone in my hand suddenly rang...