My Supermodel Wife

During Lilia's treatment, Jean nearly cut off all contact with the outside world.

Even Mellisa and the others only got a few texts and the contents were almost always the same, saying that they were alright.

Clifford had also taken over the problem in Malaysia. Even though Jean had sent him to protect Mike in secret, he lost track of Mike the day before yesterday.

Clifford told Jean about the matter as soon as possible, Jean also forwarded it to Andrew in an instant.

Though he was pretty much restless because his wife was pregnant, Andrew still had to go to Malaysia to find his brother.

When they found Mike, they strongly asked him to return to Indonesia as soon as possible. But Mike insisted on going his own way. He had been missing for over 48 hours and his recent situation was unknown.

People sent by the Widjaya family had investigated and Clifford also contacted the Malaysian police station, but there was still no progress.

That night, after Lilia fell asleep, Jean woke up and came out of the room.

He went into the smoking room and immediately called Clifford overseas.

The man bit the tip of his cigarette and asked in a deep voice, "What's the situation?"

Clifford was silent for a second. "I haven't found him yet, Mr. Andrew came here yesterday."

"Where's Leila?"

"I've made sketches and spread them near hotels every day, and yet I couldn't find her just yet."

Jean's eyes were cold as he stared at the dark night from the smoking room. "Mike is missing and the woman is still missing. This is not normal."

"Young master, we have investigated Leila's traces in Malaysia, including the hotel where she stayed after she left, but we found nothing suspicious."

This incident also made them confused.

The way everything looked so normal made them helpless. It was as if the plot was cleanly executed.

At this time, Andrew overheard their conversation from sitting next to Clifford. "Is that Jean?"

Clifford nodded.

Andrew then stretched his hand toward him with a cigarette in his hand. "Let me talk to him."

Clifford handed his cell phone to Andrew then got up and went to the bathroom.

After smoking a lot, Andrew's voice became hoarse. "Jean, how is Lilia's situation?"

He found out about Lilia's injury. At that moment, Claire couldn't sit still after hearing that. She wanted to return to Surabaya for whatever her sister-in-law needed.

It so happened that Jean took Lilia away, he also said that Lilia would receive special treatment in secret. Only by then Claire no longer had the intention to go.

"The treatment will still take another week."

Andrew wiped his brows, his handsome face filled with exhaustion. "Leave the matter here to me, you have to take care of your wife first. This was a problem that Mike himself caused, even though he was injured when he left. Don't worry about the consequences of his disobedience."

Jean was very relieved, but Andrew's expression was not calm.

In the end, it was his own brother who was impulsive and reckless in doing things. Now his life and death were still unknown. He didn't close his eyes for a day and a night, Andrew was really scared and couldn't sleep.

"I asked Clifford to call Interpol and they will be in Malaysia in two days."

Jean said lightly, while Andrew was taken aback for a moment. "Do you know anyone inside the Interpol?"

Mike disappeared into the country. Clifford had already contacted the embassy to help find him and he was also seeking help from the police station there.

However, Malaysia was a foreign country with a population of several million migrants coming in every day. Not to mention its geographic boundaries, finding a missing person was tantamount to looking for a needle in a pile straw.

At the end of the call, he said in a very steady voice that somehow soothed Andrew's worry a bit. "He's a former classmate, maybe he can help."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you Jean." Andrew chatted with him briefly and hung up.

He put the cell phone on the coffee table, got up and stood at the window. His gaze wandered at the neon night outside, Andrew then sighed impatiently.

The hotel opposite was Leila's residence.

Since Andrew arrived yesterday, he had hardly ever left the room, worried that Leila would find out where he was.

That woman dared to mess with everyone despite her young age, Andrew didn't know whether to sigh or be cynical.

...

The next day, at Kalua Water House, Leila was seen sitting in front of the walkway of the water house and painting after disappearing for a long time.

The drawing canvas was supported against the sea, and on the legs were a palette of various paints and other painting tools that were also neatly arranged.

Kalua Water House was one of the famous hotels with beautiful views in Malaysia. The scenery here was simply amazing. Because of its popularity, many tourists couldn't book a room here if they didn't book it in advance. This hotel was also a common tourist spot for its sunset over the sea view.

"You're here again!"

The hotel manager was very familiar with her. This girl had frequented this place and painted here, looking calm without being arrogant or reckless in the slightest. She truly had a unique work.

"Hello."

After Leila greeted him, she picked up a brush and palette to paint a detailed sea surface scene.

All day long, she stayed there and painted calmly.

Clifford and Andrew always pretended to be tourists watching her nearby. They didn't dare to act rashly, but they never found anything wrong with Leila.

This made their investigation seem deadlocked.

"Did something bad happen to Mike?" Andrew was so tired. He looked at Clifford across the table and subconsciously wanted to overthrow his previous suspicions.

Did Mike's disappearance really have nothing to do with Leila?

Look at her, she was just a plain girl living in a foreign country for whatever ridiculous reason. Andrew couldn't believe if Leila really did all her job alone. She couldn't simply escape her country and still managed to kidnap Mike in the process.

"No, I have followed young master Mike before. On the day of his disappearance, he accompanied Leila to an amusement park," Clifford replied, feeling sorry in his heart.

He was also responsible for this problem.

Starting with his arrival in Malaysia, Mike always warned him more than once to stay away from him.

But Clifford was uncomfortable, so he was always watching and protecting him quietly.

Who would have thought that two hours after Mike and Leila entered the playground that day, he realized something was wrong.

Leila was clearly panicked at that point, but she called someone and her face looked so dull. Not knowing what the other party said, she left the playground alone.

Since these two days, Leila had only been painting at Kalua Water House alone.

Clifford followed her for a while and still found nothing.

But as Andrew said, the calmer Leila was, the more complicated this problem would be.

When the sun went down, the golden rays shone across the crimson sky and cast its remaining light onto the sea.

Leila painted the silhouette of the setting sun and then put away the canvas. She then left the Kalua Water House area.

Dressed in a fancy beach shirt and shorts, Andrew watched her walk away through the restaurant window. He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Could it be that she was angry because Mike forced her to return to Indonesia and so she kidnapped him in return?"

Clifford's eyes shook, he answered without hesitation. "No, don't you think the timing of Young Master Mike's disappearance was too good to be coincidental?"

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