?<strong>Chapter 702:</strong>


    At that moment, Tobin missed Elyse, wishing she would forgive Jayden and return soon.


    Just then, Tobin noticed Richie trending online and clicked to watch his performance. He spotted Elyse in the background.


    With a racing heart and shaky hand, Tobin clicked on Richie’s profile and saw pictures of him with Elyse.


    Tobin’s eyes widened immediately. He finally had news of Elyse. Better days seemed on the horizon.


    He rushed to Jayden’s office, struggling to keep his excitement in check, and knocked on the door.


    “Come in,” came Jayden’s response.


    Upon entering, Tobin felt as if he had walked into a freezer. Despite the lights being on, the office seemed gloomy and chilly.


    He shivered, then approached Jayden with a serious demeanor.


    Jayden was reviewing a document and didn’t look up. He asked calmly, “What’s the issue?”


    Tobin presented the photo on his phone. “Sir, I have information on Elyse’s whereabouts.”


    Hearing Elyse’s name, Jayden’s mind momentarily went nk. After a few seconds, he regained hisposure and looked at the phone.


    It was truly Elyse.


    She appeared vibrant, her eyes shining with energy and optimism.


    The man next to Elyse looked familiar to Jayden. He recalled that the man’s name was Richie, a rtive of Cody.


    With his emotions under tight control, Jayden demanded sternly, “Track Elyse’s location. I need a full report on her activities within half an hour.”


    “Yes, sir,” Tobin replied and exited the office.


    As soon as the door shut, he couldn’t hold back his glee and started dancing a little.


    He was certain Jayden wouldn’t ignore any lead on Elyse.


    The morning following Elyse’s departure, Pearce was absorbed in his work at the office when his assistant, Glenn, entered. “Your grandma has arrived,” Glenn dered, interrupting Pearce’s concentration.


    “What? Why is she here?” Pearce asked, cing his paperwork aside, a wrinkle of worry forming on his forehead as he moved towards the door.


    In the lounge sat Felicia. Catching sight of Pearce, she stated inly, “You have one hour to bring Elyse to me.”


    Pearce stopped, puzzled. He couldn’t grasp why Felicia continued to go after Elyse, especially since thetter had just left.


    “I will not do it,” Pearce stated firmly. “Can’t you just leave Elyse alone?”


    The sharpness in Felicia’s eyes deepened, pressing on Pearce as if it were a physical force. “I am aware of your fondness for her, but our family has its rules. Now that she’s back with us, she must conform.”


    Felicia’s stubbornness left Pearce speechless. He massaged his temples, trying to exin calmly, “Grandma, Elyse isn’t really a Benson. She has shown no interest in being part of our family.”


    Felicia dismissed the remark with a sneer. “That’s ridiculous! She’s back with us now, which makes her a Benson. Isn’t her father, my own son?”


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