Leonhardt stepped out of the kitchen, a steaming cup of tea in hand, and entered his room. He set the cup gently on his bedside table and reached for his phone.
"Oh… shit… I've missed calls from Jaden…" he muttered, his brows furrowing tightly. He quickly scrolled through his notifications and paused when he saw a message. Tapping on it, his eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat.
"They're endangered? No fucking way. I was already feeling off...where the fuck are they, and who the hell—?"
He clenched the phone tighter, his thoughts racing. "Based on this message, they already know he has a phone with him. He's probably in danger now. I need to track this… Wait, let me call ..." he murmured urgently to himself.
He pressed a number and raised the phone to his ear. The moment the call connected, he snapped, "Hey! We've got a situation. I need you to gather your finest men. I'm coming to town now!"
Meanwhile....
