After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 127 She Was Taken.

Resting against his car, outside of Romero Empire, Owen patiently tapped his feet while pressing his phone close to his ear.

“The caller you’re trying to reach is currently out of service. Please try again another time.” The robotic voice rang into his ear for the umpteenth time.

He pulled the phone away and ended the call, glancing up at the company empire in front of him with squinted eyes.

It wasn’t like Leonica to be late to an appointment, talk less of having her phone switched off for ten minutes straight.

Perhaps her battery ran flat and she’d running late in a meeting. He tried to assure himself.

But no matter how much he tried to assure himself, he couldn’t ignore the feeling of worry bubbling in his chest.

“This is odd.” He muttered and tried her number one last time. When it didn’t go through, he pocket the phone and matched into the building of Romero Empire.

His eyes spotted the receptionist almost immediately and he walked up to her, tapping the pad of his index finger on the marble counter top to gain her attention from the computer.

“Oh... Oh!” The receptionist exclaimed, a blush quickly rising to her cheeks as she recognized Owen. “Mr. Lee, hello. How may I help you?”

Owen forced a smile on his lips. He could see the way she was staring at him and the smile was all an act to not scare the girl. "Morning. I was here to meet Leonica, is she in?"

The receptionist’s eyes widened, her fingers immediately flying over the keyboard and her brows furrowing.

"Huh? That’s weird. I’m sorry, sir. I don’t seem to find any records of an appointment for you."

"No, uh, it personal." He corrected.

"Personal?" The girl asked and he nodded. "Then, please wait a minute. I’ll get the boss’ assistant to come and take you to Ms. Romero’s office." She said and went for the landline, while Owen hung around at the counter top.

Watching her click away at a few numbers on the landline before pressing it to her ear, Owen heaved a sigh as he realized he was worrying over nothing.

Leonica probably had a meeting and had her phone off.

Not more than a few seconds had passed when the receptionist returned, having a worried look on her face. "I apologize, but Kennedy seems to be busy at the moment, he can’t take the phone."

"And Leonica? Is she in a meeting?" Owen questioned, watching at the receptionist shook her head.

"Not any that I know of." She responded.

Owen sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Could you just let me in? I’ll just check her office myself."

“Umm, are you sure that’s okay?” The receptionist questioned, but the look on Owen’s face seemed to have assured her as she waved him forward.

“Alright, follow me. We’ll take the elevator.” She instructed and he followed.

As they made their way to the office, Owen felt a little relieved knowing Leonica was in the building.

But that still didn’t explain the nagging feeling.

By the time they reached the office, Owen wasted no time knocking.

“Leonica?” He called out after several of his knocks had gone unanswered. “Leo, it’s Owen.”

When she didn’t respond, the knot in his chest tightened. He tried the doorknob, twisting it and finding it unlocked.

“I’m sorry, but the boss has strict rules against entering without her permission-“

“I’d be quick.” Owen interrupted as he stepped inside and surveyed the office.

It was clean and well kept. Too clean and well kept for someone like Leonica. She was always messy when she worked, because of that papers were always around the place and coffee cups on either side of her table.

But none of that was present. Instead the room looked like it had barely been entered.

The receptionist seemed to notice this and pointed out. “Oh? It looks like Ms. Romero hasn’t even been here.”

“No, no she hasn’t.” Owen muttered to himself. “Where’s her assistant? Perhaps he knows where she is.”

“Mr. Kennedy? Now that I think of it, Ms. Romero had also been looking for him.”

“And?”

“That was the last time I saw her.”

“And when was that?” Owen asked.

The receptionist thought for a few seconds before responding. “Ah, about an hour ago.”

“An hour ago?!” He muttered, pulling his phone out and dialing her number.

“The caller you’re trying to reach is currently out of service-“

“This isn’t right.” He muttered, no longer denying the feeling in his gut. “Where’s the security room?”

“What? Why?”

“Something isn’t right, can’t you tell? We need to check where she is.” He said and without waiting for a response, headed out of the office.

“Oh, uh, alright. I’ll show you the way.” She responded and rushed after him, leading him to the security room.

When they arrived, Owen was immediately welcomed by the guard and a screen with a few CCTV’s showing the ins and outs of the entire company.

“Good morning.”

“Is Ms. Romero in the building?” He asked, leaning on the chair near the guard.

“Uh,” There was a pause as the guard scanned through the CCTV current feeds and shook his head. “Nope, at least not where I can see.”

“Not where you can see?” Owen repeated, narrowing his eyes at the fat, donut eating guard.

The guy hesitated, glancing at the receptionist before giving a sheepish chuckle. “Uh, yeah.”

“So you have blind spots?”

“Just one.” He replied.

“Show me.”

“I, I’m not sure if I should.” He replied, his words slurred due to the donut stuffed into his mouth.

Owen was growing annoyed with this guy.

“Show. Me.”

“Hey, I can’t, Mr. Lee. If you wanna see the feed, you’d have to talk to Ms. Romero about it first.” He defended, stuffing his mouth again with the pastry.

Owen was seconds away from smashing the guy’s head against the control board.

“I can’t show you but I can tell you.” He quickly added.

“And?”

“It’s the storage room. We haven’t gotten around to fixing the cameras that had developed a fault there.” He informed.

“The storage room,” Owen muttered. “Do you have any other camera around there?”

“Yeah. The Hall pass.”

“Show it to me.”

“But I can’t-“

“For fucks sake, show it to me or I’ll make sure you lose your damn job and every other job you’re going to get in the entire of Norway.” Owen threatened, finally losing his cool.

The guard’s eyes widened, and his hand immediately moved, clicking away and bringing up the requested feed.

The Hall pass was empty, no sign of anyone.

“When was the last time this hall had someone on it?” Owen asked.

“About two hours ago.”

“Pull up the feeds then.”

“Alright, alright.” He muttered and the feed switched.

When he saw a figure walk into the Hall, Owen’s breath hitched. “Pause.”

The feed paused and Owen was able to confirm the identity of the person.

“Stuart Campbell?” He muttered, recognizing the man he had seen when he sent private investigators to C&D. But just to be sure, he asked. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, that’s Mr. Stuart Reeds. He works with the financial sector.” The receptionist commented.

“Reeds.” He repeated. “Play the footage.”

The feed started and Owen watched carefully, his heart racing when he saw Leonica walking into the Hall.

She was had been there and she followed him.

But why?

“Pause.” He pointed at the screen the moment Leonica turned the corner leading to where he assumed was the storage room.

“Mr. Lee, I don’t think this is-“

“Shut the fuck up.” Owen hissed, “Do as I say or I’ll smash your damn face.”

The guard whimpered and played the footage again.

He watched Leonica turn the corner, walk towards the storage room and enter and after that, everything went silent. No one came out, not Stuart, not her.

“Can you pull up the cameras inside the storage room?”

“No, there aren’t any. I told you, there’s a blind spot.” The guard answered.

“Shit.” Owen hissed and turned his back to the screen.

Leonica was in there with Stuart.

Shit. Shit. Shit! With the curse word playing over in his head like a mantra, he rushed in the direction of the Storage room. Disappointment and dread washing over him when he got there and it was empty.

“Mr. Lee?” The receptionist called out from behind him, trying to catch her breath.

Owen spun around, pointing his finger at the receptionist. “You, call the cops.”

“Wha-“

“Do as I say or God help you.”

“Mr. Lee, what’s going on?”

“You ask too many questions.” He hissed, “Call the fucking cops now.”

As the receptionist rushed off, the fat guard from before rushed into the room. “Mr. Lee, I.. I saw something in the parking lot through the CCTV, you should probably come see it.”

Owen nodded and followed the man back into the security room, watching the video the man had played and his eyes widening.

The image displayed was the back entrance of the building, a gate leading directly to a back alley.

It was a clear view and showed a black van, a woman being dragged out and thrown in the back.

A woman, who Owen was familiar with, Leonica.

His heart raced and the nagging feeling turned into dread, fear and worry.

She was taken.

“Shit!”