The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 30: Erica’s Motive.

"Who do I look like?" Shikera asked, wondering if her friend was already drunk when the sun was still high up in the sky.

Even though the room was dim with neon lights, and it felt like everywhere was dark outside; she was sure they still had watches.

"She’s right," Erica was the one who answered her. "You look very much like MD, the idol singer who committed suicide 4 years ago. Also, you are wearing the clothes she wears the most which kind of represents her."

"MD? I’m dressed like her?" She repeated. Four years ago, when the MD controversy occured, Shikera was living in the hospital due to falling in and out of sickness. She also had to forfeit her phone so it wouldn’t get in the way of her sleeping, and treatment and as a result of that, she didn’t know much about what happened.

Some weeks later, when she got discharged from the hospital and got her phone back, she tried searching for the news online but everything had been erased.

But it looked like Cyprian and Erica knew the idol more than she did, so she decided to try her luck with them; to see if any of them would know MD’s real name.

"Seems like you guys are very familiar with the case four years ago; by chance, did you catch anything on MD’s real name?" She asked, looking alternately from Cyprian to Erica.

Both of them shook their heads and Cyprian pulled Shikera to her seat, chattering about how fun drinking in the day time was going to be. Just then, Jaden, Josh and the rest of their teammates walked into the room.

"What is going on here?!" Shikera asked, "Don’t tell me this is turning into a team dinner?"

"Since we didn’t have a team dinner to welcome Erica and the rest, she proposed that we used this to substitute it," Cyprian answered her.

Her Team Leader’s warning echoed in Shikera’s mind, but she ignored the thoughts. What could possibly happen here?

"We are drinking until we drop today!" Cyprian yelled out loud, before turning to Shikera. "You will be drinking water of course, Babe,so expect to get drunk on natural booze."

Her statement elicited laughter from the rest of them as they all assumed that Shikera couldn’t drink much. However, Erica had seen the chance she was looking for and a wide smile formed on her face as she stood up to sit beside Shikera.

A waiter brought in the beer, alcoholic wine, and snacks, placing them on the table in the room before exiting. The team members sat on the chairs surrounding the table, before Cyprian broached the first discussion topic.

"Alright guys, you aren’t new members anymore so this can’t be regarded as badmouthing our Team Leader. How do you guys feel about her craziness?"

Her question brought about a flurry of voices supporting her claims, especially from Josh, Vicky and Atlas who had been with them since they started as reporters.

"Though she kinda limits her crazy acts towards us, as you and Reporter Anderson are the only one she lashes out at. Did you guys offend her in your past life or something?" Vicky asked.

"My thoughts exactly!"

Moving from one discussion to another, and from one celebrity whose secret they had to another, all of them slumped on the chair one by one.

"I think we should let them sleep for a while before waking them up," Shikera whispered to Erica, who was the only concious person in the room.

Erica nodded; now that everyone had fallen asleep, it was time for her own plan. She stood up and walked to the table, ready to pour a drink for herself when Shikera stood up to go outside.

"What—where are you going?" She asked; she had just started her plan so she could not allow Shikera go anywhere!

"I need to order wine from the bar," Shikera informed her, wondering why she was so alert.

"Wine? I thought you could not drink," And it was true. Shikera couldn’t drink but recently, she was feeling the urge to do things she rarely did. The worst that could happen anyway was death, and she was not that far from it.

Also, today was a Saturday so she could substitute the alcohol for Ice Cream.

"I just want to to know how it feels to take alcohol, but I need to check the percentage before I chose the wine and that’s why I’m going there," she explained to Erica.

She walked out the door and in a few minutes she was back in the room, with a bottle of wine in her hand. Erica offered to pour her the wine and Shikera agreed, since she would be watching her anyway. But she underestimated the power of a Mafia princess as she didn’t know when Erica changed the wine she was pouring.

Done with pouring the wine, Erica handed the wine glass to Shikera and the latter downed it. Not knowing that something else had been added, she extended her glass for another filling which Erica gladly poured.

Within minutes, even though Shikera had only drank two glasses of wine, she felt like she was floating on the clouds. Her mind felt fuzzy and her stomach was upturning, rejecting whatever she had just ingested.

Beside her, Erica was seated with a fulfilled smile on her face. She waited until Shikera looked completely listless before shaking her slightly.

"Reporter Anderson, are you okay?" She asked. Not knowing if Shikera was the type to forget what happened the previous day after getting drunk or not, she had to make her questions unsuspicious so she would have nothing to worry about if Shikera remembered what happened the next day.

Shikera didn’t answer her and Erica knew that the girl in front of her was still wondering if she drank the right thing or not. Being the child of a wealthy man, half of Shikera’s mentality was that she was in danger almost every time. So letting down her guard when she was not with anybody she could trust, was not her style.

"Reporter Anderson, did you hear about the news of Liam Anderson traveling? Do you think it’s true or not?" Erica probed further.

She expected Shikera to tell her if her father was still around or not, as a normal person would while drunk, but no answer was forthcoming.

Just then, Cyprian woke up, groaning as she did. She looked around the room and saw Shikera slumped against her seat with slouching shoulders, and Erica bending over her.

"Kera?" She murmured, standing up from her and walking to her. It seemed like her friend had finally succumbed to temptation and had taken alcoholic wine but she didn’t expect her to take one as strong as this.

With Erica’s assistance, she woke the rest of them up while assisting Shikera out of the Bar. Successfully outside, she called and Uber and directed the driver to drive Shikera to soFsgold Estate, giving the Anderson’s mansion address.

At The DeLoach’s Mansion.

All the maids, butlers, gardeners and cooks were outside, scurrying about as they avoided getting on the nerves of their First Young Master who was brewing with anger and wearing a deep frown behind the facemask he was wearing.

The other members of the family and their Second Young Master’s fiancee, were also outside, waiting impatiently.

From the instruction the Young Master gave them, they could tell that Young Madam went out since this morning and she was yet to be back; even though it was just one hour to midnight. Where did she go, making them all stay awake like this?

Sharp running sound of footsteps attracted their attention as Raymond appeared in the place, panting as he was already short of breath from all the running he did.

"I contacted her Team Leader but there was no instruction to come to work today. Also, all her teammates were contacted and they said there was a team dinner but they sent her home in an Uber, and I confirmed from the Bar’s CCTV. I checked for the Uber’s company too but it’s owned by the Lincoln’s and we have to request..." Raymond reported, trying to get all the information out in one go.

"Track her phone," Ethan commanded. The Lincoln’s were also part of The Mega Families so their influence was more or less like the DeLoach’s and the Anderson’s; moreover, they weren’t in good terms. He waited for Raymond to take action but the latter simply stood there, an helpless expression on his face.

"I just gave you an instruction, just now didn’t I?"

"Uhm...Sir, Miss Anderson’s phone can’t be tracked or hacked. Chairman Anderson protected her phone against that because of where she works," Raymond informed him. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Exasperated, Ethan raked his hand through his jet black hair, sighing as he did. How the hell would he find her when the obstacles were this much?!

"Honeyyyy!" A yell echoed from the gate and the whispering maids and butlers fell silent.

Ethan looked in the direction of the voice, seeing as it sounded eerily familiar. Esther, who was standing with her grandmother, heard the voice and deemed it familiar too.

"Who is it, Daddy?! Doesn’t that sound like mom?!" The little girl asked, trying to get her father’s attention to herself.

"Darling Ethan!!!" The voice echoed again.