Chapter 447 Discovering Cryptonic

Matthew was just finishing his shower, steam curling around the bathroom like lazy ghosts, when his phone buzzed on the counter. With a towel slung over his shoulders, he squinted at the screen. The driver. He frowned. Calls at odd hours were rarely good news. “What’s up?” he answered, his voice casual as he started drying his hair. The moment the driver’s panicked voice came down the line, Matthew froze, the towel slipping from his hands. “Mr. Matthew—it’s—Ms. Peterson! She’s—she’s gone!” Matthew’s brows snapped together. “What do you mean, gone?” he demanded, his tone sharp enough to cut glass. The driver sputtered. “I was on my way to the Saint Laurent mansion. Someone knocked on the window—I thought they needed help. I rolled it down, and the next thing I knew, I was being dragged out and hit with... chloroform, I think? I woke up in the bushes, but Ms. Peterson—she must have thought I was the one who pick her up.” Matthew clenched his jaw as he absorbed the information. “Did