But to this day, her whereabouts remained a mystery.
A phone suddenly rang, shattering the tranquility of the room.
The assistant saw Sylas Vaughn leaning back wearily to rest.
He stepped forward and pulled the phone from his suit jacket.
“Sir, it’s a call from Yorland.”
He answered the call and held the phone to Sylas Vaughn’s ear.
Sylas Vaughn raised a hand to take the phone and began speaking fluently in English to the person on the other end.
His proud figure stood naturally before the floor-to-ceiling window.
His tailored, dark gray suit, crisp white shirt, and blue tie made him look all the more sharp and imposing.
After a brief conversation, Sylas Vaughn hung up.
Since the day Selena Sinclair left, he had checked every departing flight but found no trace of her leaving the country.
Meanwhile, Selena Sinclair hadn’t appeared anywhere in the country either.
He recalled that she was penniless when she left the Vaughn Family.
‘Where could someone with no money even go?’
‘Either she’s still hiding from me somewhere, or someone is deliberately concealing all her information so I can’t find her.’
He had certainly neglected her over the years, so much so that he didn’t even know if she had anyone she could trust.
The assistant was lost in thought when he suddenly remembered—he thought he had seen Selena Sinclair at Vantage yesterday.
His heart clenched.
Just as he was about to report it, Sylas Vaughn spoke first.
“Hannah said she wanted to go to Vantage to discuss a partnership.
How did that go?”
Recalling the matter, Sylas Vaughn turned sideways to ask, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other gripping his phone.
A few days ago, Hannah Hayes had proposed investing in Vantage, and Sylas Vaughn hadn’t given it much thought.
He was busy at the time and had casually agreed.
Hannah Hayes then drew up a contract and went to Vantage, but she seemed unhappy when she returned.
“After Miss Hannah went to Vantage, she was rejected by Lucas Hawthorne,” Evan Elliot replied.
“Why?”
“Miss Hannah insisted I not accompany her, and she didn’t tell me the specifics…”
Sylas Vaughn’s brow furrowed.
He sat back down on the sofa and crossed his legs.
“Let him be.”
‘In this day and age, to think someone would actually turn down money when it’s handed to them on a silver platter.’
‘So shortsighted.’
Whatever his reasons, Sylas considered the man insolent for showing him absolutely no respect.
‘A company so insolent has no reason to exist.’
Within the industry, the Vaughn Family was a nationally renowned powerhouse with interests in a wide range of fields.
Sylas Vaughn had always avoided the entertainment industry due to its complexities.
He never expected that when Hannah Hayes went to Lucas Hawthorne invoking the Vaughn Family name, she would actually be rejected.
Vantage was the first to ever dare refuse a partnership with the Vaughn Family.
“Sir,” Evan Elliot said, then hesitated again.
The thought of seeing Selena Sinclair yesterday, and the mystery of why she was there, made him quickly swallow his words.
Sylas Vaughn barely lifted his eyes.
“Speak,” he commanded.
That single word revealed his current mood and carried the weight of a man in power—a pressure that permitted no concealment.
Evan Elliot felt enveloped by the icy atmosphere and blurted out, “I think I saw your wife at Vantage yesterday!”
“What?” His gaze sharpened instantly, snapping toward Evan.
A bone-deep chill emanated from his eyes, and Evan Elliot was instantly crushed by the immense pressure.
Just then, the large office doors were thrown open.
“What are you doing back so suddenly?” Seeing who had entered, the chill emanating from Sylas Vaughn lessened considerably.