Chapter 313

Isabella finally relaxed her grip, noticing Nathaniel’s uncomfortable expression.

“It’s just hair,” she said quickly, brushing it off. “Don’t worry about it.”

He stayed quiet. She was right—it was only a few strands tangled.

“Where to next?” he asked.

“Let me check…” She pulled out her phone, scanning the intel Maxwell had sent. The map highlighted several properties owned by Harrison Winslow in the area.

She typed a quick message to Maxwell: [Searching this sector. You take the other zone. Stay alert.]

Maxwell: [Understood.]

She tucked her phone away. “Willowbrook District,” she told Nathaniel.

Willowbrook was an aging, neglected part of town. If Harrison had taken Arabella anywhere, this was the most probable location.

Nathaniel drove to the specified area and parked near a dilapidated house. Isabella noted the complete darkness inside—no signs of life—but she couldn’t rule out activity on the upper floors. “Wait here,” she instructed. “I’ll scout it.”

“No, you stay.” Nathaniel retrieved a compact surveillance drone. He assembled it swiftly, then piloted the device into the property’s perimeter.

“What is that?” Isabella frowned.

“A thermal drone. It detects body heat. Shows if anyone’s inside.” His focus remained entirely on the controls.

The drone navigated obstacles smoothly, entering Harrison’s house with precision. It began an automated sweep of the interior.

Isabella watched the data stream onto the screen, impressed. She had always considered her own inventions advanced, but Nathaniel’s tech was on another level entirely.

This was the unmatched Blackwood Corporation, after all.

After a few minutes, the drone returned. The thermal scan confirmed the house was empty.

They moved to the next property and repeated the process. Each search came up blank. They cleared the entire block with no leads.

Maxwell and his team combed through alleys and warehouses, eventually messaging her: [Nothing.]

They had hit a wall.

Isabella’s expression darkened. Harrison and Arabella had vanished without a trace. Would they ever find them?

A sudden flash of lightning split the sky, followed by a roar of thunder. Rain was coming. And if it started pouring, everything would become harder.

If Harrison had hurt Arabella, the rain would wash away evidence. The thought made Isabella’s stomach tighten.

Seeing her concern, Nathaniel pulled out his phone to contact his Ace Team. Just then, a small pink car pulled up beside them.

The window rolled down. The driver leaned out. It was Genevieve.

Isabella lowered her window. “What are you doing here?”

Genevieve’s eyes were sharp. “Follow me if you want to find them.”