Lily still wanted to ask more, but Nathan Moore had already quickly left. The situation was severe, and the status of his woman was still unknown...
Back in the car, Nathan Moore didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he flipped through the contacts in Titus Zane’s cell phone, looking for the number of the person he needed to contact—someone he could tell had been significant to Titus Zane.
He believed that once he got in touch, that person would certainly help.
There were only a few numbers stored in Titus Zane’s mobile phone contact list, less than ten people besides himself.
There were numbers of Ariana Evans and his father Julian Zane, although both had passed away, Titus Zane still kept their numbers in his phone, and there was Olivia Zane’s number too, labeled merely with the word "sister".
There was no time for reminiscence or reflection. Seeing the last two numbers labeled "Jon" and a strange woman’s name, Nathan Moore didn’t think too much and dialed Jon’s number directly.
He felt somewhat apprehensive; the number Titus Zane had saved was the one Jon used while in the country, and since Jon had returned to his country several months ago, he wasn’t sure if this number was still... operational.
With a nervous heart, the call surprisingly went through. Hope immediately flared up in Nathan Moore’s heart; as long as he could connect with Jon, he believed Jon could help him find his woman.
"Carry, you finally called me. Did you know I’ve been keeping this number just for you!" Just after two rings, Jon’s voice came through, filled with undisguised delight. Nathan Moore was in no mood for pleasantries, his tone grave as he spoke.
"Mr. Jon, this is Titus Zane’s husband Nathan Moore. Liddy is in grave danger, and I would like to ask for your assistance..."
On the other end of the phone, Jon frowned, he remembered who Nathan Moore was—the annoying man who flaunted his affection with Carry in front of him during a hospital visit.
After a moment’s hesitation, Jon asked uncertainly, "What happened to Carry?"
"She has been kidnapped." Nathan Moore stated plainly, then added, "It’s a foreign kidnapper, I suspect it’s a client from her past misdeeds."
"Impossible," Jon immediately refuted as soon as Nathan Moore finished speaking, "The clients Carry dealt with were all from Europe, and it has been a long time since she visited those countries. Moreover, they don’t know the business secrets were leaked by Carry, as Carry is Asian and they hardly recall her appearance..."
"Mr. Jon, could you help find out who is behind this? Considering your prestigious status, it should be easy for you to find out some information."
This was the first time since their acquaintance that Nathan Moore had acknowledged Jon’s prestigious status—an Imperial Family lineage with a background as a private detective, he believed Jon certainly had his own unique channels of investigation.
Without any hesitation, Jon readily agreed, "Hang up now, I will inquire about it." Official source ıs nοvelfire.net
After ending the call with Jon, Nathan Moore tightly gripped Titus Zane’s phone in his palm, the name "Sister Hua" lingering in his mind for a long time, a name he recalled someone mentioning before; a business involved in training commercial spies...
Could it be that this "Sister Hua" was her boss? Otherwise, why would such a name exist, and it was a name he had never heard her mention before.
Not wanting to blunder around like a headless fly, Nathan Moore could only sit in the car and wait.
This way, he could quickly reach the location as soon as there was any news.
In the Royal Palace of E-country, Jon, dressed formally in a bright vest over a white shirt, with neatly combed brown hair, sat on a European-style sofa looking solemn and elegant, truly a distinguished member of the Imperial Family.