The pair strolled out of the villa hand in hand, their connection evident to anyone who saw them.
Just as they reached the gate, Nathanâs phone rang, interrupting the moment.
It was from an officer in the National Security Bureau, and he delivered bad news.
âMr.
Payne, we have a situation.
Ronan has disappeared!â
Nathanâs expression darkened in a split second.
Lucinda, noticing the change in his demeanor, shot him a questioning look.
They wasted no time and hurried to the National Security Bureau, anxious to get to the bottom of Ronanâs disappearance.
They made their way to the room where Mylo and Ronan had been held.
In the dim confines of the cell, only Mylo sat there, seemingly unperturbed, puffing away on a cigarette.
The smoke veiled his face as it rose.
Trying to contain his rising fury, Nathan approached Mylo alongside Lucinda.
Mylo sneered, âNathan, youâre not managing the National Security Bureau well.
My son is missing.
Donât you think you need to give me an explanation?â
With a cold edge to his voice, Nathan shot back, âYou seem to have quite the knack for meddling with things in the National Security Bureau I am running, orchestrating Ronanâs disappearance right under my nose.
â
On their way here, he and Lucinda had made a quick stop at the monitoring room.
Larry had been putting in extra hours to dig into this matter.
The strange thing was, just half an hour ago, the monitoring room of the National Security Bureau was hit by a malicious hack, forcing all the surveillance cameras to shut down.
During that period, Ronan had mysteriously disappeared from the room.
Since he arrived, Nathan had been wearing a particularly cold expression, barely containing the emotions simmering within him.
Seeing his demeanor, Mylo couldnât help but chuckle with delight.
âNathan, you already know whoâs behind it, but you couldnât bring yourself to believe it, right?â
Nathan clenched his fists discreetly under his sleeves, his gaze fixed on Mylo, saying nothing.
Lucinda, standing behind Nathan, caught sight of his clenched fists and let out a silent sigh.
She, too, had an inkling of who could be behind all this.
A tempest was brewing within the prison walls.
Mylo pretended not to notice Nathanâs anger.
He took a long drag from his cigarette, his spirits high.
âYour parents perished in a car accident.
With Nortonâs power, he couldâve made the culprit pay, but he didnât!â