Chapter 545

Eleanor gave Simon Whales a concise account of what had happened—how Leo had gone to the restroom and never returned, how the surveillance footage had inexplicably malfunctioned, and how there were no signs of her son anywhere. There was a pause on the other end of the line. Simon’s expression darkened immediately, his brows knitting into a deep furrow as he processed the news. His hand, which had been resting casually on the windowsill, tightened into a fist. “I understand,” he said finally, his voice steady but edged with quiet urgency. “I’ll mobilise my people to help look for him right away. Don’t worry—we’ll find him.” The reassurance in his voice was comforting, but it didn’t ease the weight pressing against Eleanor’s chest. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice subdued but sincere. She ended the call, but her expression didn’t relax. Even with Simon’s resources at her disposal, she couldn’t sit back and rely on others—not when it was her child who was missing. She needed to be on