The City Held Its Silence byIrel Knx 230

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“Put it on the bookshelf,” he told me. That was in here before we came in the room and 

those books have always been here. I don’t think the cleaners will touch it. He told me. 

The next day a maid came into the room and had us get ready for the day. She was a different maid from the one we had been meeting the We had breakfast and then washed up in the bathroom. 

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When we returned to our bedroom, the maids were in the room and cleaning the room up. They had already removed our sheets and mattresses from the bed. The carpet had been removed as well. They were removing everything. Just like Uncle had told them last night. 

My eyes nervously looked at the bookshelf, and I hoped the maids wouldn’t find it and remove it. However, none of them got close to it. I hope it stayed that way. 

“It’s time to go, boys,” the maid from earlier told Marco and me. Marco then stepped forward and got close to the maid. 

“Can I ask, where is my mum?” I heard Marco ask the maid. 

The maid looked from me and back to Marco. “I don’t think she’s coming back,” she told Marco. She then brought an arm to his shoulder and squeezed it. 

She then gestured her hand for us to follow her as she walked towards the door. 

“Do you know that maid?” I asked him as we left the room, since they seemed close. 

“Yeah, she was the maid who served my mum,” Marco told me in a quiet voice. Marco’s mum still hadn’t returned, and it seemed she wouldn’t be. 

We were taken outside of the mansion, where two black vans were waiting in the driveway. Uncle wasn’t there, I noticed. The bodyguard behind us then came and made us move towards one of the vans. 

“Get in,” he told us. 

We got inside, and the maid from before came in and sat with us in the back of the van. The windows of the car were tinted. 

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I looked outside the window, and I saw the bodyguards carrying something out from the mansion’s entrance. My eyes squinted as I tried to figure out what it was. It was a long stretcher table and a….woman lay on the table. She had long ginger hair and wore a hospital outfit. Her eyes were closed. 

“Do you know that person?” I asked Marco beside me in a whisper. 

Marco looked and shook his head in confusion. At first, I wondered if that was his mother, but I guess not. So who was she? The bodyguards took her to the second van and put her inside. 

After a few moments, the vans were started by the drivers, and they drove off. I looked behind at the mansion, wondering where we were being taken next. I just hoped my picture, which I drew, wouldn’t be found, and my mum could see it. 

LOUIS‘ POV 

“Whoa, is what I am hearing about your girlfriend true?” my best friend asked me over the phone. “I’m hearing from people that Chairman Acland’s wife was attacked, and I’m thinking that’s Jasmine, right?” 

“Yeah,” I slowly replied as I turned away from my desk in my chair with wheels. 

I sat at my desk in my home office as I tried to finish some paperwork, but paused when my friend called. 

“Is she alright?” 

“Yeah, she got treated and is recovering,” I informed him. 

“So, he’s living with her ex now? Have you been able to contact her?” 

“No, her ex won’t let me contact her. I think my number is even blocked now…” I told him. Then I explained to him. 

“Damn,” he started. “The downsides of dating a married woman, but this sounds abusive. We discussed that he was territorial last time. So what are you going to do?” 

“I don’t know, but I have to find a way to contact her,” I told him. 

I finished the call and returned to trying to finish my work. 

One of my men then entered my office. 

“We have an update on Ms. Towers, sir,” the bodyguard told me as he neared my desk. 

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“Here are the pictures the men have collected if her so far,” he said to me as he placed them on my desk. 

It was images of Jasmine moving around and Keith was beside her in everyone of them as well as 6 or 7 bodyguards. 

A wave of relief came over me. At least Jasmine is alright. She is conscious and moving around. 

I had been nervous for the past few days that perhaps she hadn’t woken up. 

My eyes landed on the wheelchair she was being pushed around in. She had a leg injury from the attack I presumed. I recalled the cast on her leg when I went to the hospital. So at the very least, as I had hoped, Keith hadn’t harmed Jasmine. 

“He is moving around with her. So far the spies have seen her entering and leaving the Acland Group HQ every morning and evening,” he told me. “It seems like they are working together,” 

My hand came up to my chin as I looked down at the pictures. They were all taken as she either left or was entering the Acland building. “Probably to find Tony,” I said. 

Then worry came over me again. So how can I contact her? I asked myself the same question I had asked myself the week before. Keith had blocked me from contacting her. I couldn’t call her number anymore, and he wouldn’t reply to the emails I sent 

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I took out my phone and contemplated what to do. I had to reach out to her. There was no way she was in agreement with Keith’s protective order. Not after she fought so hard in court to get a protective order against him. 

I let out a frustrated sigh. How I wished I could just storm in when they arrived at the office and take Jasmine for myself. 

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