Chapter 29
Tristan had already realized that Cassandra was missing. He knew she’d wrapped up everything with her company and planned to stay home today.
Around noon, Tristan had a sudden urge to go home and check in on her. But when he got there, the place was empty. He immediately called Cassandra, but her phone was ott.
The two kidnappers had shut it down the moment they shoved her into the van.
Tristan frowned. Where could Cassandra have gone? She would never turn her phone off in broad daylight. Was it out of battery?
His frown deepened. A bad feeling crept into his chest.
Cassandra wasn’t the type to disappear without saying something. Aside from visiting her grandmother, she didn’t really go anywhere. However, Tristan recalled that she had just seen her grandmother yesterday.
Then, he recalled that she had a close friend–Victoria Ashford. He immediately had Liam look up Victoria’s contact info.
Finding someone was child’s play for him. Liam quickly got back with the number. Tristan didn’t waste a second and called her.
Victoria told him Cassandra had messaged her this morning, saying she was going to the supermarket to buy groceries.
She also mentioned that Cassandra would never shut off her phone. She always made sure it was charged, just in case her grandma needed to reach her. Something had definitely happened.
Tristan didn’t hesitate. He acted fast and ordered Liam to start a search, especially pulling surveillance footage from around the supermarket.
His expression was dark, like a storm cloud ready to break. Soon, Liam called back.
Around noon, security footage near the mall showed a woman being forced into a van, but Liam wasn’t sure if it was Cassandra. He sent the footage to Tristan
immediately.
Tristan opened it and took one look. It was Cassandra. There’s no doubt about it. Who the hell did this? Was it one of his business rivals?
His eyes turned icy, and he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles went white.
Upon seeing Cassandra being dragged into a van by two masked men lit a rage in him that boiled over instantly. Whoever dared touch Cassandra had just made a very stupid mistake.
“Liam, track that van. Now.” Tristan’s voice was low, cold, and absolute.
“Yes, Mr. Freeman!” Liam responded immediately. On the other end, Tristan could hear the rapid clatter of a keyboard.
“I’ve already ordered access to more street cams in the area. We’ll have its path traced soon.”
Tristan hung up, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. Then, he dialed another number. A gravelly male voice answered, “Mr. Freeman, what can I do for you?”
“Kev, I need you to find someone,” Tristan said, his voice ice–cold. “My wife’s been kidnapped. I want every connection you’ve got, both sides of the law. I need
her found.”
“Understood, Mr. Freeman,” Kevin Derzel answered crisply. “I’ll get a team on it right away–cops, underground, everyone.”
Tristan ended the call, took a deep breath, and forced himself to stay composed.
A few minutes later, Liam rang again. “Mr. Freeman, the van was last seen near an abandoned factory on the west side of town. I’ve got people heading there now, but it’s a big area. It may take some time.”
“I’ll go myself,” Tristan said coldly. He hung up, turned, and strode straight toward the garage. Anyone bold enough to cross him was either already dead or wished they shouldn’t have been born.
