Chapter 31

Someone had been following Delia, and now she was missing. Curtis's face went deathly pale, his breath catching for a second. Panic and fury surged inside him, colliding like a storm. "Miss Tate, thank you. Please tell me exactly where you and Delia separated," his voice was low but urgent. "Also, if you remember anything-no matter how small-tell me. I need your help right now." "Yes, of course! Whatever you need-I'll help! Delia's my best friend, I have to find her!" Cassandra blurted out, her voice shaking. She immediately shared everything she knew about the situation. Curtis ended the call, and any warmth left in his eyes vanished completely. He spun his wheelchair toward the door like a bolt of lightning and barked at Noah, "Cancel all my upcoming plans. Tell the team to move out-use every available resource to find her. Don't hold anything back." "Yes, Mr. Stockton," Noah answered, feeling the tension tighten around his chest. Meanwhile, in a nearby office on another floor of Sto