In the back seat of the black Maybach, Caleb Mamet's knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone, the atmosphere in the car tense and chilly.
Driver James couldn't help but give Steve Price a meaningful glance: "You should try to calm the young master down. If this keeps up, we'll freeze to death in here before we find the lady."
Steve had just finished a phone call and took off his earpiece to report back to Caleb Mamet: "Mr. Caleb Mamet, our people have checked all the car accidents in the city in the last hour, and we haven't found your wife."
Modified cars are not that easy to drive, and accidents can happen if one isn't careful so Steve had his people check the accident scenes immediately.
"Also, the traffic bureau has sent us a message, but since there are routine maintenance checks on some main roads, your wife's driving route is still being confirmed."
"Give me the computer."
Caleb Mamet can't wait any longer.