The Sway and Slide of Love

"Hendrix?" Beatrice's voice pulled him back to reality.

He turned his head and gazed up at her. A jolt went through Beatrice when she saw the look in his eyes.

"Yes?" Hendrix asked. His voice was calm, as if nothing had happened.

After a brief pause, Beatrice said, "You haven't had a proper rest in a long time, have you? Why don't you go home for a bit? I can stay with Rosie."

"No, I'm fine." Hendrix refused without hesitation. "Besides, I promised Rosie I'd stay with her."

"But-"

"You should head back," Hendrix cut her off. Then, he turned his attention back to Rosie, who was lying in bed.

Beatrice looked at his back. After hesitating for a moment, she finally said, "Is there still no news about Noelle?"

At her words, Hendrix seemed to tense for a moment. Then, he said, "It's fine. I'll find her. And even if I can't, there's someone who definitely knows where she is."

Noelle's disappearance wasn't a coincidence. Whoever knew the exact locations of all the surveillance cameras at the Swift family's estates had to be extremely familiar with the place.

There were no records of Noelle using any form of transportation, which could only mean one thing-she was taken straight into a car after leaving the Swift family's estate. And this whole thing had to have been premeditated by Dylan.

Even Hendrix's trip to deal with Erwin's situation had likely been part of Dylan's plan to distract him. As for Marshall and Marla, were they involved, too? Hendrix wasn't sure, but it didn't matter. He would find a way to make them talk.

The coldness in Hendrix's eyes deepened. Even Beatrice noticed it and couldn't help but call out, "Hendrix?"

Hendrix looked at her again. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

That was his response, but Beatrice couldn't help but frown as she looked at him. The Hendrix before her reminded her of how he had

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And now, he was the same. Maybe even more so than before.

"Hendrix Freeman!" a sharp voice rang out from behind, causing Hendrix to pause mid-step. For a moment, he was even a little disoriented.

It had been a long time since anyone had called him by his full name. So long, in fact, that it left his mind blank for a second before he sharply turned around.

Deep down, he knew it wasn't Noelle's voice. Still, he couldn't control or suppress the surge of hope that rose within him.

However, when he saw who it was, the expression on his face vanished. And in its place was an even colder, more piercing gaze.

"Where's Noelle? Where is that bitch now?" Ruth seemed completely oblivious to the icy look in his eyes? She rushed forward, shouting, "This was at her plan, wasn't it? She' tricked me! I knew it! She was never really trying to help me! It was all a setup! Where's that bitch? Where is she?"

Ruth's emotions were running high. As she spoke, she grabbed Hendrix's arm.

"You two set me up, didn't you?

Hendrix, what did I ever do to

deserve this? That bitch is one thing, but you? A corporation as powerful as yours, and you still can't tolerate someone as insignificant as me?"