Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
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 switched on, we can track her!"

I grabbed Logan's phone in a hurry and dialed Clara'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 Clara'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 playing 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 Clara's motives.

Consider this - If Clara 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 Jaylan long ago, and now, at this critical juncture for me, she's lurking, her intentions unclear. How could I not feel panic?

If Clara spilled my plans to Jerome, my plan might not have gone as smoothly as I hoped. But judging by Jaylan's helplessness over the plummeting stock prices of Medsafe Liyah Inc., he was clueless about my ploy. This suggested that Clara hadn't interfered with my plan.

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. The law is vast and inescapable; he can't outrun it. The faster he digs his own grave, the better. Crossing swords with the law 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 blaring, heading for the old Eastgate District.

Night had fallen, and the district was lit up like a carnival, raucous and bustling. The population was dense and the streets narrow, a maze of alleyways rather than wide roads.

Yet the alleys were alive with activity; shops on either side were brightly lit and busy, with throngs of people even more crowded than during the day.

The buildings were packed tightly together, leaving little space in between. It was a labyrinth of structures and passages.

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

I'd only come a few times with Addrion when we were scouting for office locations. One glance at the chaos here and we knew it wasn't the right spot for a business, so we immediately crossed it off our list. Standing there once again, I felt overwhelmed by the bustling crowds. How on earth were we supposed to find one hidden person in this commotion?

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

The only solace was Dalton had brought a lot of plainclothes officers. To avoid spooking the crowd, they were spread out, blending in, though it was easy to pick out our own.

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

Listening in, the anxiety and urgency were palpable.