CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Soon, they arrived at the operations department.

Shane pushed open the door and tossed his phone at one of the employees. “Trace the last-known location of this number right now!”

“Right away, sir!” The employee got to work immediately.

Next, he turned towards Silas and ordered, “I need you to call Mr. Horner of the Design Association and tell him that something's cropped up at Natalie's end, so she can't make it to the courthouse. Get him to postpone the trial hearing. And I want someone to bring Harrison here this instant!” Shane's eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice as chilling as the harsh winter snow.

Since Harrison sent someone after Natalie, I'm going to teach him a lesson.

“Understood. I'm on it.” Silas nodded his head seriously as he carried out Shane's orders.

Silas had barely left the room when the employee tasked with tracing Natalie's call completed Shane's request. He pointed at the computer screen as he said, “Mr. Shane, I've traced the call to this location.”

Shane lowered his gaze to look at the screen and realized it was Natalie's apartment. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Continue tracing the phone. I want you to gather all the security footage of the apartment and its vicinity.”

“Yes, sir.” The employee nodded and began typing furiously on his keyboard.

About ten minutes later, he'd gathered all the relevant security footage.

being chased by a few men soon after she'd left her apartment building. The chase had ended at a wall between Natalie's apartment and a neighboring apartment. She was carried

well as the roads ahead, it seems like

van?” Shane tightened his grip on the back of the

nodded. “It's possible, but we'll need to use satellite data if we want to track the van in real-time. I don't have the clearance to access it; once I hack into the system, the higher-ups will find out as well,” said the

he couldn't care less. Natalie's safety was at the top of his mind. He wanted

was caught... She might be safe now if I'd kept the bodyguard

his phone and ordered sternly, “No problem. Just hack the satellite, and I'll handle the higher-ups. Send me the real-time location of the van after you get the

employee carried out his orders without further

calling someone on his phone as he walked to

request to the person on the

to his request, and Shane hung up after expressing his gratitude. Keeping his cell phone, he

he wore his seat belt, his phone blinked with a notification. A map appeared

red dot was the

Following the map, he'd just driven down two roads when a few SWAT vehicles trailed behind

“Boss, something's up. He said someone's coming to

The other thugs who were watching

with hope. She let out a few emotional sobs despite the