Mystery is also a jewelry company under Apex. Although its sales haven’t kept pace with Laprite’s strong momentum in the past two years, it still holds a place among the established luxury jewelry brands, and there is now a plan to transition exclusively to high-end private customization. In a way, while Laprite is the leading brand under Apex, it still doesn’t compare to the quality of Mystery. Evelyn Clayton replied nonchalantly, "I wonder how many people at Laprite would be willing to follow?" Upon hearing this, May lowered her voice mysteriously and said, "I’ve asked around a bit in private and there are three or four, and also Vivian." Evelyn Clayton was quite surprised, "Really?" Vivian is one of Laprite’s chief designers, and like Evelyn Clayton, she majored in fashion design in college but ended up in jewelry design by chance. Evelyn has always appreciated her design style and greatly values Vivian’s capabilities. If Vivian is willing to join the fashion design department, that would be fantastic. But speculation aside, Evelyn Clayton doesn’t entirely trust May’s words. If she misunderstood May’s comments, it would be quite embarrassing. Moreover, Vivian has always been indifferent within the department, focused solely on completing her work and avoiding other matters, which is why Winnie Wyatt heavily relies on Vivian. If Vivian were to leave, Winnie Wyatt might not be pleased. "Don’t mention this to anyone else for now," Evelyn Clayton said, casting a doubtful glance at May, "Why do I feel like you’re making this up? Would Vivian really tell you these things, given her personality?" Google seaʀᴄh novel·fiɾe·net May stared wide-eyed, "It’s true! You’ve got to believe me! Besides, I didn’t ask her; Vivian voluntarily told this to me. She explicitly said that when the fashion design department is established, she wants to apply for a transfer!" This convinced Evelyn Clayton about seventy percent. She was about to ask more questions when her phone rang suddenly. Evelyn Clayton apologized to May and stepped aside to answer the call. Yara Reagan’s voice came through the phone, full of concern and gravity, "Evelyn, Iris is in trouble!" Evelyn Clayton’s expression changed slightly, "What happened?" "She went out to buy lunch this morning and hasn’t come back yet." Yara Reagan seemed to glance at the time, "It’s now half past three, she left at noon! I called her, but her phone is off, and she hasn’t replied to any messages!" Listening to this, Evelyn Clayton felt a fleeting darkness before her eyes, but she forced herself to stay calm, "Did you report it to the police?" Yara Reagan also tried to stay calm, though her voice trembled slightly, "I did, but they said adults who haven’t been missing for twenty-four hours cannot be officially reported." "Understood. Wait for me; I’m coming over right now." After hanging up, Evelyn Clayton summoned May, gave brief instructions, and left the company in a hurry. Driving to Yara Reagan and Iris Lockwood’s residence, Evelyn Clayton entered and saw Yara Reagan pacing back and forth while talking on the phone. "...Yes, yes." Yara Reagan’s eyes were slightly red, looking on the verge of collapse but still holding herself together, "Thank you, Mr. Hawthorne." After ending the call, Evelyn Clayton knowingly asked, "You contacted Tristan Hawthorne?" Yara Reagan bit her lip and said, "Tristan Hawthorne has some connections around here, so I’ve asked him to help check it out." Evelyn Clayton nodded slowly, noticing Yara Reagan’s continued panic, and pulled her to sit down. "Don’t stress, just tell me everything that happened today in detail. When did you start dialing, right after she left or later?" "About an hour ago. After she left, I fell asleep again, and when I woke up, it was an hour ago! I even checked with the hotel front desk, but they only have surveillance footage of Iris leaving, nothing else!" Evelyn Clayton’s eyes showed a mixture of suspicion and uncertainty. After a while, she advised Yara Reagan to stay in the room, then left the hotel herself.