A woman's voice trembled through the receiver during an emergency call with Raymond. "My apologies, Sir. We still have nothing, Sir. Not a single lead on Miss Phoebe. It appears... she truly hasn't returned to her residence."
"Execute whatever measures you must!" Raymond commanded, his voice dripping with ice.
"Understood, Sir."
The call instantly disconnected. Raymond gripped his phone so violently the frame groaned under his palms. For the first time in his life, he felt the suffocating sensation of for the first time in his life, he had nowhere left to look.
"Perhaps we should fly to Australia right now," Raymond murmured suddenly, a reckless declaration that caught Enzo entirely off guard.
