Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 2034: Vanishing Act

Chapter 2034: Vanishing Act

The first one to notice something amiss was Luther.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he stood up and said, "Anderson, I'll go check on your mom. How come she hasn't returned yet?"

Kane half-jokingly replied, "Can't bear to be without sight of your wife for ten minutes? She's an adult, not a child."

Luther glared at Kane, "You don't understand. One day, you'll be the same."

Kane pouted, sounding resentful, "I might not have that day."

Luther paused for a moment, sensing the implications Kane was hinting at about Joyce. This guy was persistent. If it weren't for Joyce, he'd kick him as far as he could.

As he was about to retort, Anderson interjected, "Enough, how old are you? Living in games all day, it's no wonder you don't have a girlfriend."

"Hey, how can you say that? Anderson, I've been good to you. I played a part in raising you when you were young," Kane protested.

"I know, but don't keep bringing it up." Anderson grew impatient. "Your shells are burnt! Didn't you smell the burning?"

"Ah!" Kane hurried to check the shells, but it was too late. That batch was ruined. He complained, "I was going to save some for sis to eat, now I have to redo them."

He rummaged through the ingredients with a grimace, "Oh no, the shells are gone, what to do? It's all your fault for talking to me."

"Who's talking to who, you didn't pay attention, whose fault is it then? Geez." Anderson made a face.

Kane sighed.

Luther shook his head and chuckled, "Anderson, wait for me here. I'll go check."

With that, he disappeared into the night.

Returning to the vacation villa, along the way, he occasionally saw the security personnel he left behind on duty.

As Luther walked, a strange feeling crept into his heart, tinged with unease.

It was odd, to and fro, shouldn't take long. Even if time was wasted, he should have encountered Joyce returning on the way. Why hadn't he seen her?

Normally, Joyce would know the barbecue was waiting for seasoning, and she would quickly come back.

For some reason, he grew increasingly uneasy, his mind becoming muddled.

Upon entering the vacation villa, he immediately called out, "Joyce, where are you?"

No response.

He called out again, raising his voice, "Joyce?!"

Was she tired and had dozed off? Despite the growing unease, he still comforted himself, imagining that she had simply fallen asleep due to exhaustion. Maybe she was lying in one of the rooms. Luther searched room by room.

By the time he reached the third floor, his composure had started to unravel. He dialed her phone while searching.

Empty rooms, an empty villa, and no sign of her along the way, and her phone went unanswered.

Where could she have gone?

Standing in front of the vacation villa's door, darkness enveloping him, he felt completely lost in the darkness. A sense of emptiness washed over him in waves.

It was a feeling of fear, as if he had suddenly lost his purpose and hope. For a moment, he was utterly bewildered.

Fear had taken over him.

He couldn't lose her. He had been so careful, everything was to protect her.

She had only been out of his sight for a short time.

Yet, where could she be?

He tried to reassure himself, maybe Joyce had eaten too quickly and felt unwell, went for a walk to settle her stomach. But reason told him that couldn't be. Something had happened. Suddenly, he dashed back to the barbecue table at full speed.

Aaron saw Luther running towards him, his expression serious, sensing something was amiss. He dropped the barbecue fork with a clatter.

"What's wrong? Where's Joyce? Why didn't she come back with you?" Kane's heart sank, asking directly.

"I can't replace Joyce, I haven't seen her, don't know where she went, and she's not answering her phone," Luther snatched Aaron's Bluetooth device hanging from his collar, immediately commanding, "Everyone, listen up. Close all the island exits. No one is allowed to leave South Island. Activate all detection devices, and everyone search for Joyce. Leave no stone unturned to replace her."

Understanding the severity of the situation, Aaron said, "Mr. Warner, I'll go arrange everything right away."

With that, Aaron ran off at top speed.

Kane was slow to react, puzzled, "Is it possible that sis is just joking around? Hiding deliberately to mess with us. Or maybe she got lost? Why are we so anxious? The island is heavily guarded, where could she possibly go? I don't see any alarm triggers on my monitors."

"Mommy wouldn't get lost, let alone deliberately hide. It's not fun at all," Anderson ran up, hugging Luther's arm. "Mommy went to get some spices, that's all, and now she's missing?"

Luther hugged Anderson, comforting him, "Don't worry, I'll replace her."

Anderson nodded vigorously, "Dad, I'll help you search."

"I'll head to the control room and review all the monitors." Kane immediately got up, sprinted towards the concierge, "I'll call you if there's any news."

Luther, accompanied by Anderson, set off to replace Joyce.

They searched all night, but found no trace of her.

The surveillance system showed no abnormalities, except for a few blind spots where visibility was unclear.

Within the short time of Joyce's disappearance, there had been no departing transport vehicles from the island.

The remaining security personnel had combed every corner of the island, including the entire resort and all rooms, but to no avail.

It was as if a live person had evaporated into thin air.

How was that possible?

As the sun rose, casting a clear light over every corner of South Island, the sea continued to churn, frothing up.

Luther stood on the vast grassland, having not closed his eyes all night. Bloodshot eyes reflected his growing anxiety. How could this be? Where had she gone? What had happened? How did she disappear? Suddenly, he screamed into the sky, releasing his pent-up anxiety.

Damn it, who had taken Joyce away!