In the living room of the Wyatt family villa in Rivenesco, Margaret looked glum.

Opposite her, Amara dialed a number on her phone.

The line beeped with the call tone. Then, a mechanized voice said, “The number you have dialed is not answering. Please try again later…”

The same thing repeated every time she called the number. Amara’s face darkened.

“Still can’t get through?” Margaret asked in concern.

Amara sighed.

“What’s Elisa doing, anyway? Why isn’t she answering her phone?” Amara was displeased.

“She said that she wanted to cash in all her chips and unite the whole underground in Lannopolis. She told us to wait for her to return with good news. After that, we lost contact with her…”

Margaret paled.

The whole thing felt very familiar.

A while ago, her daughter, Bianca, had said the same thing, equally confidently. In the end, she could not be reached, either. Even with all the power of the Winter family, they had not been able to find any trace of her.

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