"What are you up to?" Martin suddenly had a sinking feeling as the sound of rushing wind came through the phone, "Channing? Channing??"
A loud crash echoed through the speaker.
The call ended automatically.
Martin was gripped by a sense of foreboding and immediately dialed one of his guys, "Find out where Channing is now! Immediately—Right now—"
Just then, the maid Dora knocked on the study door and peeked inside to find her employer exuding irritation and displeasure.
Her voice was timid, "Sir, Serena is looking to have a word with you."
"Tell her to wait, I've got some things to sort out." Martin loosened his tie, trying to calm himself down,
"Prepare some afternoon tea for her. Have her wait while nibbling on something. I'll be there shortly."
"Yes, sir." Dora hurried out and closed the door behind her.
Serena waited in her room, but only Dora returned, with no sign of Martin.
Her eyes reddened further, her voice tinged with a sense of being wronged, "Where's Martin?"
