"So?"
"He tried to trace young Madam, but until now, he couldn’t find her. We tried to call her using an anonymous phone, but the phone was unanswered," Reid took a deep breath before continuing. "Sir, I suggest you call Young Madam; maybe she will pick up if you call."
Tristan’s fingers trembled as he dialed Bella’s number, his heart pounding harder than before. The phone ring echoed in his ears, but it continued to ring, and Bella’s voice was absent.
He knew Bella had never silenced her phone for any incoming calls from him or Dax, and her lack of response sent a chill down his spine—she was nowhere near her phone.
"Sam..." Tristan mumbled while calling Sam’s number. Sam’s voice could be heard from the other end in only a second ring.
"Hello, Mr. Tristan!?" Sam was surprised to see Tristan’s number. This is the second time he called him since he knows him in person. "Sir, why did you suddenly call—"
"Sam, is my wife with you now?" Tristan asked urgently.
"No, sir. Boss Bella assigned me to another job. So, starting today, I will no longer follow her everywhere. Why do you ask, sir?" Sam asked in confusion.
Tristan’s shoulders slumped upon hearing Sam’s words. His worry increased when he found out Bella was out of the office alone.
"Listen, Sam, I lost contact with my wife. She didn’t answer my phone. And... the people I assigned to follow her around said she left the building a few minutes ago, and he also lost her trace. If you are still around the office, please look for her before I assign more people to find her..."
Sam was shocked. He immediately ended the call and rushed to the CCTV control room.
...
Tristan looked at Reid, "Assign people around my wife’s office to look after her," Tristan said, climbing into his car.
"Yes, sir..." Reid slightly bowed and left.
Tristan asked the driver to go to the Quantum Capital building while trying to contact Bella’s personal cell phone number.
He knew his wife’s noisy cell phone ring tone would attract people’s attention if her phone fell somewhere. However, after several calls, the phone still did not pick up.
"Bella, why didn’t you pick up? Where are you, huh?" Tristan muttered in worry.
However, despite his worry, he was grateful that Bella’s phone was still active.
****
While in the park.
The loud ringtone from Bella’s purse echoes loudly through the air, irritating the gangsters.
[ Ooh, I see you, see you, see you every time
And oh my... I, I, I like your style
You, you make me, make me, make me wanna cry
And now I beg to see you dance just one more time
So they say
"Dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh-oh
I’ve never seen anybody do the things you do before."
....]
[ Ooh, I see you, see you, see you every time
And oh my... I, I, I like your style
You, you make me, make me, make me wanna cry
And now I beg to see you dance just one more time
....]
Bella was happy to hear the ringtone, which only sounded when Tristan and those closest to her called. Now, the loud song had been heard more than five times, meaning that the person who called must be Tristan.
"What the hell is your ringtone? What song is that??" A gangster holding a baseball bat shouted in annoyance.
"This pretty lady has a taste for weird music."
"Hahaha, it’s true. Seriously, what song is that?"
Bella smiled at their words, "You want to know?" she calmly asked.
"Yes... Yes... Please, I want to know..."
"Yes, pretty lady, tell us."
They all shouted excitedly, but Bella didn’t say anything. She was still standing in her place, with her back facing the four gangsters.
Bella waited for something, and she was patient enough to wait.
After a few seconds had passed by, and she hadn’t heard the gunman ask her, she decided to ask.
"How about you? Are you curious too?" Bella said in a low tone. She deliberately asked the person standing right behind her while pointing a gun at her head—to find an opening.
The gunman’s eyes shook, hearing her alluring voice. He narrowed his eyes at the girl before him while his hand still firmly pointed his gun before her head.
He chuckled before saying, "Are you trying to distract me or what?"
Bella’s fist clenched tightly. ’Fuck! He knows?’ her gaze became tense.
"Alright. Fine! You succeeded in making me curious, too. What song is that?" The gunman continued his words.
Bella’s eyes lit up as she gazed at Leo. Later, a sinister smile slowly appeared on her lips before she turned toward the man behind.
With only a single move, the gunman’s gun was already in her hand, shocking him.
Bella coldly smiled at the shocked man before her. "The song title is Dance Monkey, by Tones and I. OK, I’m bored waiting for you to spill the name I want to hear..." Her voice sounded unhurried, but it was enough to make the gangster leader widen in fear.
"H-How did... Did you do it? H-How!?" The gangster leader asked. He was curious to know how this woman stole his gun. He couldn’t even see her movement, but now his gun was already in her hand.
Bella didn’t bother to answer him. She kicked him with her right foot on his knee. Her kick was powerful enough to make the man half-kneel before her with his loud scream.
"ARGHH!! YOU BITCH!!"
While still pointing the gun at his head, Bella answered, "You have no right to ask me—"
Once again, her foot lifted with significant force and kicked towards the gangster leader’s head; in a mere second, his head hit the ground so hard. Blood came out of his mouth, forming a pool of blood on the ground nearby.
The three other gangsters rushed toward Bella while swinging the iron baseball bat toward her. Their eyes looked scary and savage. It was as if they wanted to kill Bella in revenge for their bloody Boss.