As was almost a picture of frost at this moment, causing the backstage staff to stand by, trembling, not daring to get too close to him. Even speaking to him was done with utmost caution.


    The surveince in the airport lobby hadn''t been tampered with, so it didn''t take long for As to spot Mirabe''s figure in the footage.


    Following her path through several cameras, he finally pinpointed her location to the airport''s executive parking lot.


    As asked the staff to pull up the surveince for that area, but the screen was ck, clearly indicating that someone had covered the camera.


    A staff member quickly exined, "The internal parking lot''s surveince is generally not meant for public ess, so it''s not usually within our key monitoring scope. That''s why we didn''t notice the anomaly with the camera."


    His words were true. With hundreds of cameras throughout the airport, it was impossible to monitor each one constantly, especially not the internal parking lot.


    As''s gaze lingered on the surveince screen, his fist clenched. After muttering a thank you, he left the surveince room and headed to the parking lot.


    The internal parking lot wasn''t veryrge, and at the moment, there were about five or six sedans parked there. After a thorough check, As didn''t find anything.


    Theck of discovery meant that he couldn''t confirm whether Miss Mira had actually been there.


    As''s expression grew even darker. As he turned to leave, he had only taken a few steps when something caught his eye. Quickly moving towards the front right, he bent down to pick up a very thin needle from the ground.


    The needle was not ordinary, and As had seen Mirabe use it before, so he could almost immediately ascertain it belonged to her.


    Miss Mira was indeed in trouble.


    With the needle in hand, As felt thest flicker of hope dissipate.


    **


    Elsewhere.


    James was discussing business when his phone vibrated in his pocket a few times, which he ignored.


    It wasn''t until several minutester


    that Wyatt burst into the meeting


    kis


    room, urgency written all over face and made a beeline fordames, "James, there''s been an issue."


    James narrowed his eyes slightly, turning to look at Wyatt, "What happened?"


    Wyatt, still holding his phone, spoke in a low voice, "Didn''t you instruct to check on Ms. Mirabe''s grandmother yesterday? She might be at her end."


    James''s heart skipped, and his expression changed instantly, "What''s going on?"


    "It seems to be severe illness. We


    got news from the hospital; Catherine has been admitted for


    several days, and now she''s just


    hanging by a thread, could go moment..." Wyatt couldn''t bring himself to say the word ''die.


    Hearing this, James''s pen dropped onto the table, showing a rare loss ofposure.


    Catherine held a special ce in Mirabe''s heart, almost more significant than her own parents.


    He remembered how the youngdy had talked about wanting to visit her hometown to see Catherine a few days ago, her face softening in a way he seldom saw.


    If she knew Catherine was close to the end... James took a deep breath and stood up, "Prepare the helicopter."


    With that, he strode out of the meeting room.


    Seeing this, Wyatt quickly


    apologized to the still-dumbfounded business partner sitting on the sofa, not or a reply before


    hurrying after his boss James.


    ...


    The helicopter was ready shortly after Wyatt received the message from his men.


    Before long, James arrived at the helipad. Before boarding, he tried calling Mirabe again, only to be met with the same unanswered status.