Chapter 407


    In the car, Logan handed me his phone. "You''ve got her number. Give her a ring with my mobile. If it''s


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    switched on, we can track her!"


    I grabbed Logan''s phone in a hurry and dialed ra’s number. But the moment it rang, the call was


    abruptly disconnected from the other end.


    Logan was eyeing me the whole time. Seeing me put down the phone, he raised his eyebrows in a


    silent question. I shrugged and said, "No answer, but it''s on!"


    Logan immediately ordered someone to trace ra''s phone, but the word came back fast—the phone


    was now off.


    That couldn''t be right; it was just on.


    Stubbornly, I tried calling from my own cell, and this time it was definitely turned off.


    I felt a surge of frustration, almost ready to throw a fit, and I cursed, "What the hell is she ying at?"


    Meanwhile, a pit formed in my stomach, a sense of dread creeping in. I looked helplessly at Logan.


    His voice was sharp as he spoke, "Her phone being off could mean two things. One, she''s not in a


    position to talk. Two, she''s scared of being found out, afraid to answer. I''m betting it''s more likely the


    second."


    "Why do you say that?" I asked, puzzled.


    "Because she didn''t even pick up a call from an unknown number—mine," Logan said with confidence.


    Though Logan''s reasoning was solid, my worries ran deeper, uncertain of ra''s motives.


    Consider this - If ra really knew where Jerome was hiding but just sat there, watching us duke it out


    like a predator in the shadows, isn''t that terrifying?


    She knew the truth about me and Jan long ago, and now, at this critical juncture for me, she''s


    lurking, her intentions unclear. How could I not feel panic?


    If ra spilled my ns to Jerome, my n might not have gone as smoothly as I hoped. But judging


    by Jan’s helplessness over the plummeting stock prices of Medsafe Liyah Inc., he was clueless


    about my ploy. This suggested that ra hadn’t interfered with my n.


    Hannah seemed to notice my anxiety and gave me a reassuring pat, saying, "Stop worrying about it.


    Let''s find Catherine first. The sooner we get her out, the better our odds!"


    Her words hit home. Indeed, if Catherine could return safe and sound, then let the chips fall where they


    may!


    The Dawsons had already caused enough trouble. If I didn''t bring them down, karma would.


    And Jerome? He''s a wanted man. Thew is vast and inescapable; he can''t outrun it. The faster he


    digs his own grave, the better. Crossing swords with thew never ends well.


    Worst case, I''ll start over. Isn''t that what life is about? Constantly challenging oneself is what keeps the


    passion alive!


    With these thoughts, I suddenly felt a surge of confidence, and my mood lightened considerably.


    The car raced through the streets, sirens ring, heading for the old Eastgate District.


    Night had fallen, and the district was lit up like a carnival, raucous and bustling. The poption was


    dense and the streets narrow, a maze of alleyways rather than wide roads.


    The buildings were packed tightly together, leaving little space in between. It was abyrinth of


    structures and passages.


    I''d lived in Goldenvale Town for years but rarely ventured into this part of the Eastgate District.


    Standing there once again, I felt overwhelmed by the bustling crowds. How on earth were we supposed


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    I looked helplessly at Logan, who also seemed taken aback by the scene before us.


    Upon our arrival, several sharp-looking officers approached Dalton and briefed him on the situation.


    Listening in, the anxiety and urgency were palpable.