Chapter 937

Zion's massive entourage arrived and flooded the Larson family estate like a dark wave as though they were about to level the place. "Mr. Spencer!" The crowd rose to their feet and shouted Zion's name in unison. To Maeve, their voices were booming. Maeve hadn't experienced a scene like this in ages. When was the last time? Oh, right—back on the high school football field. "Five minutes. Find her." Zion waved his hand dismissively, and his people scattered through the estate. A few bodyguards were dressed in black suits with the Spencer Group emblem. They carried walkie-talkies and some surveying gear while tapping away at laptops. Soon, a blueprint of the Larson family estate appeared on the screen. "What's that?" Maeve asked. "Darling, it's the tech age," Zion replied. "But isn't that... for outdoor surveys?" "It's all the same." Before Maeve could even roll her eyes at Zion's response, a voice crackled through a bodyguard's walkie-talkie. "Calling Mr. Spencer. We've locat