A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 605

A mechanical female voice informed him the phone was turned off.

Cliff began to feel a knot of anxiety form in his stomach. "Was that Frank you were calling?"

"Yeah."

Rowan's heart seized violently. His face was thunderous, looking as if a storm were about to break. He snapped his phone shut and looked at Aaron. "Elissa might be in trouble. I have to go find her right now. I'll leave a few guards here—if anything happens, you just..."

"Alright, alright."

Aaron was just as anxious and cut him off. "You don't need to worry about things here. Go find Elissa immediately!"

The girl was pregnant; she couldn't afford a single mishap.

Aaron was already regretting not stopping her from leaving earlier.

Cliff looked at Rowan. "I'll come with you. Another pair of hands can't hurt."

"I have enough people."

Rowan rejected the offer flatly. "Stay here with Mr. Blaine and confirm if the antidote is real."

Without another word, he led Ian out of the room, his long legs eating up the distance.

The moment they stepped out of the ward, Rowan's aura grew even more aggressive. He asked without looking back, "Have you tracked Frank's movements yet?"

"I'm checking now."

Ian felt his scalp prickle with tension.

It had barely been a minute or two; no matter how efficient he was, miracles took slightly longer.

But he was just as frantic, terrified that Elissa was in real danger.

Everyone in their inner circle cared deeply for Elissa. She had practically grown up under their watchful eyes.

When she was little, every single one of them had held her, coaxed her, and picked her up from school at some point.

The ward was on the third floor. Rowan didn't even bother waiting for the elevator. He bolted down the emergency stairs and sprinted straight for the security room.

The guard slacking off in the monitoring room suddenly saw a shadow block his screen. Looking up, he was met with Rowan's terrifyingly dark expression. His brain nearly short-circuited as he shot to his feet, stammering, "M-Mr. Murphy?"

Ian jerked his chin toward the monitors. "Pull up the footage from the hospital entrance from half an hour ago."

The guard frantically queued up the video.

Rowan's sharp gaze locked onto the screen. Within seconds, his finger tapped the glass. "Stop."

The footage showed Elissa walking hurriedly out of the inpatient building toward the main gate.

The hospital cameras had zero blind spots. Shortly after, they watched Elissa get into a black Maybach with Plate CH-8888.

Ian gritted his teeth. "That's definitely Frank's car."

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