After hanging up, I forced myself to calm down. From the smart feeder’s saved footage, I took a screenshot of the girl’s face.
Then I rescheduled my flight and flew back overnight.
As soon as I landed, I drove straight to the company.
My eyes scanned the desks, but that familiar face was nowhere in sight. Could Vincent have hidden her so quickly?
In the restroom, just as I slipped into a stall, I overheard two girls chatting outside.
“Desiree, you’re so lucky! You found such a rich, doting boyfriend!”
“Tickets for Taylor’s concert are impossible to get, but he actually got you seats in the inner section. I’m so jealous!”
Another girl, her voice sweet and proud, replied, “Oh, it’s nothing. He insisted on taking me, said youth shouldn’t leave regrets…”
I froze. That voice was the same one I had heard through the pet feeder.
Through the crack in the door, I glimpsed Desiree standing at the sink, touching up her makeup in the mirror.
Suddenly, I remembered that a month ago, I had playfully told Vincent I wanted to see Taylor’s concert, asking him to get tickets.
At the time, he had frowned impatiently.
“Jasmine, aren’t you too old for that? Still chasing idols like a kid?”