CHAPTER 82 David’s evilest plan

　　Cavin’s POV

　　The silence in the room was deafening, except for the soft hum of the laptop Nathan was tapping away at. Every passing second felt like a lifetime. My fingers drummed against the edge of the desk, my patience wearing thinner with every failed attempt to trace a lead.

　　"Anything?" I barked, my voice cold and clipped.

　　Nathan shook his head, his expression grim. "Nothing yet. It’s like they’ve vanished into thin air."

　　I clenched my fists, the weight of my fury threatening to consume me. The image of Eliza—my Eliza—trapped somewhere, scared and alone, was enough to make my blood boil.

　　"That bastard planned this too well," I growled, pacing the room. “David doesn’t have the brains to pull this off alone. Someone’s helping him.”

　　Nathan glanced up, his eyes calculating. “It could be Sheikh Omar’s men. They have resources to stay hidden. But even with that, there’s no sign of them at any port.”