Chapter 23

Alexander was chairing a crucial board meeting that would determine the company's ten-year strategic plan when Barton leaned in and whispered the news. The words barely left his mouth before Alexander shot to his feet, his face turning ashen. He didn't say a word of explanation. In front of a stunned boardroom, he dropped the files in his hand and stormed out. "Prepare the jet! Now! The fastest route to Nissea! No, to the nearest airport that is still open for landing!" he shouted into the phone as he ran for the elevator, his voice raw with panic. "Contact every rescue agency in the region. Hire the best teams you can find. Whatever it costs, I'll pay for it. I'm going there myself!" The company's future, empire, and fortune—none of it mattered anymore. Only one thought consumed him. Find Eleanor. He had to find her. Nothing could happen to her—nothing. Hours later, Alexander's private jet took a tremendous risk, forcing a landing during a brief break in the storm at a small re