Top Actress Beware: Also Reborn Is Your CEO Husband!

Ursa Miller's tears started to fall out of anxiety, "I searched everywhere I was supposed to look, but there was no one. Aurelia's shoes are still in the hospital room. Mom, do you think something might have happened to Aurelia?"

Aurelia had come here to help her. If something happened...

Ursa's mother held her trembling hand, forcing herself to remain calm in front of her child, "Don't worry yet. Perhaps... perhaps there was an emergency. Do you have her phone number? Give her a call and ask."

Right, how did she forget about such an important thing? Ursa quickly took out her phone and dialed the number. The phone rang in the lounge. She picked it up and found it was Aurelia Shaw's phone. Her tearful eyes looked helplessly at her mother, "This..."

"Don't, don't panic yet." Ursa's mother felt a bit anxious herself, but she couldn't lose composure either. Someone had to stay calm. She thought for a moment and said, "Call someone she knows, ask if they know where she went. I will go search everywhere. Miss Shaw will be fine, she will definitely be fine!"

If something happened to such a good person, the blame would really be heavy.

Bodhisattva bless, Miss Shaw cannot have an accident. If something must happen, let this old woman with one foot in the grave bear it for Miss Shaw.

"Someone she knows..." Ursa mumbled these words, and suddenly a figure flashed through her mind.

In the top floor of Night Corporation headquarters, the lights were bright. Mason Nightshade was focused on his computer, sitting straight, his long and broad hands swiftly typing on the keyboard, producing rhythmic tapping sounds.

Gustavo Yates was so tired his eyes could hardly stay open. He kept yawning and his eyes were tearing up. He took a big gulp of coffee, forcing himself to stay awake and continue working.

Contrasting with the sound of the keyboard was the sound of someone cracking sunflower seeds. How could Grayson Quinn miss such a once-in-a-lifetime event? Mason Nightshade and his wife were in a cold war, dragging his little secretary to work overtime in the middle of the night to numb himself. A whole CEO, and he had fallen to this state. Tsk, tsk... a grand drama.

Buzz buzz—

The phone on the table rang.

Mason saw the caller ID, frowned, hesitated for just a moment, and then picked up the call. It was Ursa. She was the little maid he protected—her bright and mischievous smile unconsciously flashed through his mind again.

Damn it!

He was having a cold war with her!

But even so, he couldn't help but answer the phone. Ursa wouldn't call him for no reason. Last time she and Viscount Zhou ended up drinking all night, and this time... Could she be drunk again?

Annoyance flashed across his heart, but then a very unlikely thought popped up—could it be she actually cared about this cold war? Just like him, sitting in the office at three in the morning, using work to numb himself because of the argument with her, distracting himself just so he wouldn't think about her.

This was not something a rational man like him should be doing.

Mason rubbed his fatigued brow, his eyes dry, listening to the urgent voice coming through the phone... His eyes suddenly flew open!

"What did you say!"

A voice, cold to freezing point, suddenly filled the office. Mason abruptly stood up, dragging the chair across the floor, making a sharp noise.

The other two glanced at him.

"Damn it! Why didn't you look after her properly! Send me the address right away. I'll head over immediately!"

"Grayson!" Hanging up the call, Mason called out in a deep voice.

Grayson could tell that his expression wasn't good, and he didn't dare to joke with him at this moment. He stood up seriously, waiting for the next command.