No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1840

Chapter 1840 I Forgive You

Elisa knew she'd crossed a line and began with an apology.

"My bad for the intrusion, but it's urgent. Bella's in danger while she's hashing out cooperation. I need your help—

can we get the cops to trace Bella's phone location..."

Around five minutes later, the conference room's door swung open again, revealing Thomas with an apologetic

expression.

He told the directors, "I apologize, everyone, but Mr. Wickam has an important matter to attend to."

Meanwhile, after leaving the company, Elisa and Gareth divided into teams. One team headed to Bella's location,

delving into Valor Corporation's history and legal representatives. At the same time, the other group went to the

police station to request Bella's phone location.

Gareth sent a location after fifteen minutes.

Twenty minutes later, both teams were en route to the resort simultaneously.

Gareth made a call, his expression severe. "Any leads on the mastermind?"

Elisa had a Bluetooth earpiece and looked equally serious. "Luke Connor."

Their information aligned.

Elisa clenched her teeth and revealed, "The Connors greased palms up high, securing sentence reductions for Luke.

He walked early. That woman is still in custody. No idea what Luke's up to this time."

Gareth hesitated. "Chances are high. He's targeting Bella."

"I've asked Bella before, and they hadn't crossed that intimate line before their engagement. But still, I'm

worried..." Elisa didn't say it outright, but they both understood the unspoken concern.

The air grew heavy.

Elisa pressed harder on the gas pedal, almost wishing she could teleport.

Meanwhile, Luke and Bella had wrapped up their meal, the clock inching towards eight in the evening.

To buy more time, Bella suggested they stroll around the resort.

Luke agreed, and they drifted without a clear direction.

Luke kept reminiscing about their shared past, while Bella's responses maintained a detached and chilly tone. Yet,

her gaze remained alert, scanning the environment for any opportunity to send a distress signal or to remember an

escape route.

Unfortunately, Luke's watchful eye never wavered, and a handful of bodyguards trailed behind them. Bella's chance

of escape was slim at best.

Her heart sank, and a sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her.

Luke led Bella to the luxurious presidential suite on the top floor.

Though hesitant, she had no choice but to follow him in.

The room was clearly given a makeover, exuding a subtly romantic vibe.

The air was adorned with the flicker of red candles, and the king-sized bed was decorated with balloons and flower

petals. A bottle of wine awaited on the table outside.

Luke motioned for the bodyguards to depart with a wave of his hand.

He then uncorked the wine, filling two glasses. Taking one, he offered the other to Bella. With a watchful eye on

Luke, Bella cautiously accepted the glass, mindful not to provoke him.

Yet, she refrained from taking a sip. Holding a wine glass, Luke began reminiscing as candlelight danced, downing

his drink swiftly.

"Remember when we first ran into each other? You were this powerful and pure force to be reckoned with... Look, I

know I messed up, Bella. Can you give me another chance to make things right?"

Bella managed this half-smile, trying to keep Luke cool, "Fine, I forgive you."

Luke smiled, but there was some extra meaning she couldn't quite catch.

"Great, then let's raise our glasses to that. Here's to a fresh start with this wine."