The CEO and High-Schooler | Completed✓

Chapter Twenty-five

Alexander Martinez pov;

"Ms Garcia hasn't attended school for the past one week, Sir." Mr Johnson informed Isabella after I asked him about her whereabouts because she hasn't come to the house lately.

"What about the cafe she was working in?"

"I visited the cafe by myself and found that she hasn't been to the cafe for the past one week, Sir."

She didn't go to school... didn't go to work... haven't come to my place... what is she doing in her house?

Mr Johnson continued, "Shall i go to her house and check on her, Sir?"

I gave a nod and said, "Wait, I'll come too."

"Sir, I can bring her here by myself. You don't have to struggle for this."

I stood from my place and said, "I'm not asking for permission, let's go." And walked out of my room.

I came to Isabella's house to see her but the driver stopped somewhere in the middle of the avenue junction.

"Why are we stopping here?" I asked the driver.

"The road to Ms Garcia's house wasn't suitable for a car to drive in, Sir."

When I was about to get out of the car, Mr Johnson said, "Sir, I'll go in and check on her first so you can wait in the car." And got out of the car.

I gave a nod and remained in the car.

He returned and said, "No one answered, Sir."

"Not in the house?"

"The door looks like it's locked from inside so she must be in the house, Sir."

"Knock again."

"Yes, Sir." And left.

He came back after some time breathing heavily and said, "No response, Sir."

I let out a sigh and got out of the car.

"Sir, why are you getting out of the car? This place is not good for you, Sir. It's better to stay inside the car. What if there's paparazzi around here? We'll get into trouble if they see us in here, Sir."

I shushed him and walked to Isabella's house with the help of Mr Johnson's direction.

After a while, Mr Johnson pointed to a shabby little place saying, "We are here. This is Isabella's house, sir."

No wonder she acted weird when she came to my place for the first time.

I knocked on the door and waited for her to open the door.

Mr Johnson said, "She's not answering, Sir."

"Is she really in there?"

He nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, Sir. She hasn't left the house since she returned from the hospital."

I looked around the place and found a window on the top left side of the house.

"Did you check out the window?"

"No, Sir."

I walked towards the window and tried to look through it but it was higher than me. I signalled Mr Johnson to come.

After he came, I said, "Bend."

"Sir?"

"I'll ask the driver then."

"Sir! I-I'll bend, sir."

He bended and I stood upon him and looked through the window.

When I looked into the house, it was all dark. I couldn't see anything properly so I lifted up the glass door and looked inside. I looked closer into the house and found someone lying on the floor. Isabella? Is she sleeping? But why would someone lie on the floor? Why not bed? There were empty bottles scattered around her.