Page 79 of Believing in a Billionaire
Grant screwed up his face. “What? No. Julia’s supposed to be resting in bed. Why?”
Worthington glanced down at his feet as he cleared his throat. “I cannot seem to locate Mrs. Harrington.”
“You cannot what?” Panic laced his voice.
“I thought perhaps she had an appointment or the like, and I had not been informed.”
“No, she doesn’t have an appointment. Could she be somewhere else in the house? Where is Alicia?”
“I did not see Ms. Alicia either.”
Grant heaved a sigh as he grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts to find Julia. “Oh, did you check Kyle’s room? She asked Alicia to look for him there. I wonder if she went to check herself.”
“I did not check there, but will do so immediately, sir.” Worthington spun on a heel and hurried up the stairs while Grant pressed his phone to his ear.
His call went straight to her voicemail which annoyingly still contained her maiden name. He’d have to remind her to change that when she was feeling better. “Hey, Julia, where are you? Call me back when you get this.”
After pulling the phone from his ear, he stared down at the display, his brow furrowed. Why had her phone gone straight to voicemail? Maybe it was dead.
He didn’t have Alicia’s number to try her phone. She’d likely not answer anyway given their relationship.
A winded Worthington returned a minute later, shaking his head. “Not in Dr. Carter’s room, not in her office, not in bed.”
Heat washed over him as his pulse sped a little. Where was Julia? “And you didn’t find Alicia either?”
“No. I have not found Ms. Alicia.”
“Well, where the hell are they?” His stomach twisted as he wondered if something had happened while he was on the phone. Had Julia’s condition worsened? She’d have told Worthington, though.
Unless she couldn’t. Was she that sick? Or had Alicia pulled another one of her classic moves to steal Julia right out from under them?
His throat went dry as he considered the possibilities before he snatched the receiver on his phone and dialed his head of security.
“Mr. Harrington,” Max answered, “I’m tracking that email now–“
“Forget the email. We can’t find Julia or her sister Alicia. I need you to locate her now.”
“I’m on it, sir. I’ll start tracking her phone.”
“Get back to me the minute you have anything.” He reset the receiver, his mind whirling. Had the vague email he’d received been a threat against Julia? Maybe her sister had merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, in a match-up between Alicia and Lydia, he wasn’t certain who would win.
“Perhaps a call to James, sir. Maybe they took one of the vehicles.”
Grant nodded as he grabbed the phone again and called his driver.
“Mr. Harrington, need a ride into town?”
“No, I need to know if Julia took her car out.”
“Let me check, sir. If she did, she didn’t tell me.”
Grant waited for confirmation one way or the other, unsurprised if his wife had taken her car without James knowing. When Julia wanted to do something she felt others wouldn’t approve of, she usually just did it.
“Mrs. Harrington’s car is not in the garage, sir. She must have gone out earlier, though I don’t know when.”
“Thanks, James.” He shook his head as he hung up. “Her car’s gone.”
“So, she has gone out.”
