JAMES WANE THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 322

Chapter 322

Mr. Sterling’s phone had jolted him awake, the harsh ring cutting through the stillness of the night. It was 3 AM. As he groggily answered, Morris’s voice came through.

“She’s been taken, boss. Gwen’s at your house, outside of town,” Morris said.

Mr. Sterling sat bolt upright in bed, his heart racing. “Are you sure?” he whispered, not wanting to wake his wife, although it was too late for that.

Beside him, his wife stirred, the sudden movement and his whispering pulling her out of sleep. "Thomas, what’s happening?" she murmured, rubbing her eyes.

Without answering, Mr. Sterling swung his legs out of bed and hurriedly pulled on a casual jacket. His movements were frantic but practiced—he had been in high-pressure situations before, though this one felt different, more personal. He could feel the anxiety gnawing at his insides.

“Where are you going at this hour?” his wife asked, now sitting up, concern clear in her voice.

"Work," Sterling muttered tersely, not making eye co