Raymond rubbed his temples. For the first time in years, he had no idea where to find her. He had faced wars, betrayals, and assassination attempts. None of them had made him feel this helpless.
"Boss, is it possible that Miss Australia intentionally left her phone behind so she couldn't be tracked?" Enzo's cautious question cut through the suffocating silence stretching between them.
Raymond remained silent for a long, agonizing moment. He exhaled a heavy, ragged breath, desperately trying to quiet the chaotic storm raging in his chest. "There are two possibilities. She either completely forgot it in a state of manic panic, or she did it with absolute intent. But what is driving me losing my goddamn mind is ... why the hell hasn't our network picked up a single trace of her?!"
Raymond's voice pitched higher, laced with a raw, explosive frustration. "Even her car is completely off the grid! Tracking a high-end supercar in that city shouldn't be a challenge for our people!"
