After Tiffany ran out of sight, she didn't leave right away.
Instead, she crouched near the parking lot exit, her hands trembling as she quickly dialed Mr. Luke's number.
The call connected almost instantly. His tone was calm but distant. "What's wrong?"
Tiffany lowered her voice, her heart pounding. "Mr. Luke, Anna and I were ambushed by kidnappers at the downtown mall's underground parking lot. They… they took her."
Before she could finish, Harry's voice turned sharp, cold, and commanding. "Where are they now?"
"They're still in the parking lot," Tiffany whispered quickly, glancing toward the silver van just as it began to move. "It's leaving now.. license plate 71280!"
She broke into a run, chasing after it, but the van sped off before she could get close.
"I got it. Keep following if you can. I'll be there soon."
The call ended abruptly.
Inside the boardroom of the Luke Group headquarters, silence filled the air.
