Jay''s colleague picked up the phone quickly, but the answer made Jay''s stomach churn. His brother had left the garage about an hour ago. Someone hade for him, and he''d jumped into a luxury car, not seen since.


    Jay ended the call, stepped outside, and sshed some cold water on his face, but it didn''t do much to calm his nerves. His brother was a shy, introverted guy, not the type to have friends, let alone ones with fancy cars.


    Collins''s earlierment about Juztin''s brother being a top-tierwyer suddenly popped into Jay''s mind. Leo''s background had always been a mystery. Thepany files were nk, and no one knew where he came from.


    Because of this nk te, the popr theory was that Leo''s family wasn''t well- off. In showbiz, a strong persona could make or break a career. There were a few trust-fund kids in the industry, but they unted their lineage from day one. Why would someone like Leo hide it?


    Doubt gnawed at Jay. Could someone with no apparent backing stay scandal-free from the start, avoid piggybacking on anyone else''s fame, and still have opportunities fall into theirp? It seemed impossible.


    The more Jay thought about it, the more restless he became. He pulled out his phone again and called Emerson. To his surprise, the call connected.


    They barely exchanged a few words before Jay''s face went pale. He stammered a weak ''okay'' and the line went dead. Gripping his phone tightly, Jay stumbled out of the restroom and dashed for the elevator, his hands shaking as he repeatedly pressed the down button.


    The elevator arrived with a ding, and Jay rushed in before the upants could even step out, bumping straight into his agent, Vicky.


    Vicky frowned. "Jay, what''s the big hurry?"


    After frantically hitting the button for the ground floor, Jay finally looked at Vicky, opened his mouth but said nothing, and just shook his head. "It''s nothing," he muttered.


    Vicky eyed him for a moment, then shook her head in bewilderment and exited the elevator.


    An hourter, Jay arrived at the location given by the person who had answered his brother''s phone-a remote intersection near the coastal highway on the outskirts of town.


    This stretch of the coastal highway, with its winding, dangerous turns by the sea, was a hotspot for street racers. The sparse traffic made it an ideal spot for those with a need for speed.


    Several ck sedans were parked at the intersection, with men in dark clothes standing outside, exuding an aura of danger.


    Jay parked his car and, swallowing the lump in his throat, stepped out.


    Grady was leaning casually against his car door. Only when Jay approached did he slowly turn his head, his gaze haughty and cold.


    That look sent Jay''s legs trembling uncontrobly. "Where''s... where''s my brother?"


    Grady gave Jay a once-over before looking away and subtly gesturing with a finger to one of his men.


    The henchman caught the signal, nodded, and effortlessly dragged someone over to one of the parked cars. Opening the passenger door, he shoved the person into the seat.