Chapter 188 What Was Going On

Tristan got up, took his phone, and dialed a number. "It's me. Use every resource we have and track every black van that passed through the outskirts in the last ten minutes. I want footage from every intersection. "I don't care how you do it. Bring me the person responsible, dead or alive." His orders were clipped, icy, and clear, carrying an authority that brooked no refusal. He hung up and immediately dialed another number. "Find out where Natasha is and what she's doing now. Check if anything unusual is happening with the Strudwicks." The air around him tightened, heavy and suffocating. Tristan's men arrived swiftly. Dozens of black-clad bodyguards secured the area and began searching the premises from the parking lot. The commotion was so great that it alerted the nearby neighbourhood. A car screeched to a stop by the curb, and Luther sprinted from the car. He must have heard something on the way. His expression was just as grim. "Tristan, what is going on? I heard that so