The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more - Chapter 123

Chapter 123: Oh? Is my worthless little daughter missing?

Zara held her phone anxiously, dialing Rose’s number, but it wasn’t reachable. She bit her lip, panicking, wondering where her best friend Rose could be. She was deeply worried—Rose couldn’t work or help herself at the moment, so where could she have gone? Who could have helped her? The phone made a sound like it was ringing, but no one answered the call.

Damien, sitting beside her, tried dialing the number too, but still couldn’t reach it. The network was unreachable for Rose’s number. What he didn’t know was that Rolan had blocked the number—with an evil smirk on his face.

“Where did you go? Why weren’t you there with Rose?” Zara turned to Damien, staring at him. She regretted the words the moment they left her mouth, but she was just concerned. She quickly apologized, “I’m so sorry, Damien. I’m just worried about my friend—where she’s gone or what might have happened to her. I didn’t mean to lash out at you.”

Damien placed his hand in his pocket and nodded. “I understand that you’re worried about Rose. I’m worried about her too. She is my maid,” he added with a smirk.

Zara stared at him skeptically, having nothing more to say, and kept dialing the number.

“Who could have taken Rose? Where could she have gone?” Zara muttered to herself, mind racing with possibilities.

Damien was thinking too, eyes narrowing. “Who could have taken her? There’s someone… someone creepy. They’ve been leaving strange messages around her—like threats.”

Zara gritted her teeth. “I know who might have taken Rose.” The anger in her voice was unmistakable. She snatched her phone and quickly dialed another number.

“Of course she had Jennifer’s number. That bitch. Sometimes, it’s better to keep in contact with your enemies.”

Jennifer’s phone connected immediately, and Zara was met with her sarcastic voice.

“Bitch, why are you calling me?”

Zara gritted her teeth. “Jennifer, where is Rose? Where have you taken her? I want to know now.”

Zara couldn’t wait any longer to get Rose back, and she threatened Jennifer, “Let her go. Release Rose so she can come back to us.”

Jennifer choked on a laugh at Zara’s words and responded coldly,

“Oh? Is your dear friend—and my dear sister—missing? And how exactly is that my problem? Good. Let her stay missing. Let her die, for all I care. Don’t bother me again. I might even be the one who took her,” she added mockingly.

Zara’s blood boiled.

“How dare you! Don’t you dare do anything to Rose. Release her this instant! She’s already broken—are you happy now? Just let her go!”

Jennifer only laughed, then choked, her voice laced with venom.

“Do your worst, Zara. No matter how strong or capable you think you are, don’t forget—you’re just a weak little human. I can order my reckless men to rip you apart if I feel like it.”

“My lovely sister is missing,” Jennifer continued with a mocking tone, “and if I do find her… I might just make sure she disappears for good. You really shouldn’t be worried, though. I’ll keep her somewhere very nice.”

Zara’s heart twisted with confusion. Jennifer’s words were laced with contradictions—like she had Rose… and yet, maybe she didn’t.

“You know what? I don’t like playing games with you,” Jennifer said flatly. “I haven’t taken my dear sister anywhere. She’s missing. I’m not responsible, whether you believe me or not. That’s your problem.”

With that, Jennifer hung up.

, Zara was left staring at the blank screen where the call had just ended.

“What did Jennifer say again?” Damien asked, raising an eyebrow.

“She said she doesn’t know where Rose is and that she hasn’t taken her,” Zara replied, her voice tight. She couldn’t believe it—she hadn’t gotten all the information she needed from Jennifer, and now the call was over.

“Well, we’ll have to find her another way. Maybe we can still track Rose down,” Damien suggested. “Do you think that strange person—the one who kept sending her those threatening messages—is the one who took her? If so, Rose could be in serious danger. We need to save her.”

Zara felt a spike of fear in her chest. Something terrible could happen to Rose.

“Nothing should happen to her,” she thought, anxiety clawing at her. All she wanted was for her friend to live a peaceful life.

“I’ve already called my people,” Damien said as he walked back and sat down. “They’ll begin an investigation.”

His expression remained cold and unreadable. For a moment, Zara wondered if Damien even cared. He looked too calm, too collected for someone who was supposedly worried.

She couldn’t help but imagine how Rolan would react in this situation. He’d probably be pacing in frustration, scowling, snapping at people. Maybe that’s why she thought of him—Rolan and Damien were complete opposites. Rolan was chaotic, emotional, unpredictable. Damien was like a chilling summer breeze—controlled, cold, silent.

“Rose, where are you?” Zara muttered under her breath.

She finally sat down, forcing herself to think.

“If it’s not Jennifer… then I think I know someone else who might have taken Rose.”

Zara’s eyes shifted to look at Damien. He raised a brow.

“Who could have taken her?” her mother, Zara, asked.

Damien looked like he was about to speak, but when he saw Zara dialing a number, he stayed quiet.

Right in front of him, she made the call. The phone rang—beep, beep, beep—before it finally connected.

“This is Mrs. Stewart. And who is this?”

Zara froze at Miss Stella Stewart’s sharp tone. She hadn’t prepared what to say. Something about Stella’s voice felt dangerous, and Zara instinctively held her breath, trying to gather her thoughts.

She had heard that Miss Stella could be arrogant and self-righteous when speaking to peers like Rolan and Jennifer. But dealing with Stella felt like standing before the devil herself.

After a brief pause, Zara pulled herself together and asked,

“Ma’am, do you by any chance know where Rose is—or where she might have gone?”

Miss Stella raised an eyebrow on the other end of the line, her voice icy and condescending, almost as if she were staring Zara down through the phone.

“Oh? Is my worthless little daughter missing?”