An uneasy silence settled on the line. Isaac stood frozen, sweat beading on his forehead, every second without a reply gnawing at his nerves.
"I'll help you capture her," he said again, more urgently this time.
"You think I'm stupid?" the man finally snapped, suspicion bleeding into his voice. "Is this some setup? You trying to feed me to the wolves?"
"No, no—nothing like that," Isaac shot back, stumbling over his words. "I swear, I wouldn't dare. This isn't a trick."
He paused, trying to steady his breath. "I have my own reasons. The Grants humiliated me, made me feel like nothing. This isn't just about the money anymore. It's revenge. Helping you take Zara is how I even the score."
His tone dropped to a pleading murmur. "Please. Don't hurt my son. Let him go. I'll make sure Zara ends up right where you want her. Trust me."
Still, the line was quiet. Isaac's stomach churned.