Even though taking on more work meant staying late, Lavinia accepted it all with a smile. If she ran into anything she didn't understand, she could always ask Charley for help.
***
At the Harper Group CEO's office.
Chief Secretary Corinne walked in holding a schedule book. "Mr. Harper, which suit do you plan to wear for the awards gala tonight?"
Garnett was signing documents and didn't even look up. "The navy blue one. Also, call my wife and tell her to find my diamond cufflinks."
When several seconds passed without a response from Corinne, he looked up. "What's wrong?"
Seeing her deeply uncomfortable expression, he finally remembered: his wife had run away from home.
Garnett froze for a moment, then looked back down and resumed signing. "You can leave for now."
Corinne tactfully turned and left. Garnett pulled out his phone and glanced at his chat history.
His last message with her was from a month ago.
Garnett frowned. Was she truly dead set on getting a divorce this time?
He found Saul's number and dialed it.
The moment the call connected, Garnett demanded in a cold voice, "Where exactly is my wife? When is she coming back?"
"Huh? Oh, Mr. Harper, the signal here is terrible. I'm out in the mountains."
*Beep.* The call disconnected.
Garnett set his phone down. Over the past month, Saul had constantly played dumb with him, and he was getting used to it.
He pressed the call bell on his desk, and Corinne hurried back in.
"Tell Lovell to get the car ready. I'm going home," Garnett said.
For the past month, he had been living in a hotel and hadn't been back. Even the scenery on the drive home felt unfamiliar to him now.
He admitted he had gone a bit far that day, but she was at fault too. He had only said those things and comforted Sigrid right in front of her because he was angry. Once she cooled off, he would just coax her a little.
Worst case, he'd buy her some jewelry or the latest designer bag. Didn't she want to find better doctors for her uncle? He would have his people arrange it and get the absolute best.
She would definitely come back. She'd go right back to being his quiet little wife, tolerating his bad temper.
Garnett walked into the walk-in closet, yanking open drawer after drawer, but he couldn't find the diamond cufflinks he was looking for.
"Lavinia," he called out, entirely out of habit. The moment the word left his lips, he froze.
An echo bounced around the empty room.
In a fraction of a second, Garnett lost whatever shred of patience he had left. What exactly was he waiting for? Was there even a point in waiting? Why was he holding back?
A dark shadow crossed his eyes as he pulled out his phone.
"President Locke, that loan you issued to Joplin Adhesives Corp recently—find a reason to recall it immediately."

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