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The engine of the motorcycle hummed to a halt as Maja reached the heart of the city. Cania wasn't known for its skyline; the

highest buildings were modest high-rises, topping out at about fifteen floors.

Unbeknownst to her, this was the very district where lan had set up his base.

The towering structures she could see, dominating the modest cityscape, were part of the community welfare center.

lan, on the other hand, was already at the airport waiting to pick her up. Her flight had been delayed for hours, and now, to his

frustration, it had disappeared from the tracking systems altogether.

After questioning the airport staff, lan learned that Maja had already taken off on her own.

Cania had a peculiar lack of street cameras, making it nearly impossible to track someone's movements. lan could only gather that

Maja had gotten into a car with another woman, but where they'd gone was a mystery.

Anxiety gnawed at him as he ordered a sweep of the available cameras in the city. Eventually, he spotted a trace of Maja on a

street heading towards the city he stayed right now.

Relieved, lan tried calling her numerous times, but her phone must have died, as it went straight to voicemail each time.

Hurrying back into the city, lan continued the search. But as the city descended into turmoil, many cameras were out of Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

commission. Finding someone here was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

What irked him the most was Cania's dismal intepenetration rate, less than twenty percent. It meant that the majority of its

citizens would never venture into the online world, and he couldn't use advertising to find her like he could on Forbidden Island.

Maja was oblivious to lan's frantic search. It wasn't until she reached her hotel room that she realized her phone had died.

Fate seemed to have a sense of humor; she and the woman she'd met along the way had booked rooms on the sfloor.

she had no clue in which city lan might

the woman, her stomach revolted, and she promptly threw up. Accustomed to the rich and

at the Sanders’ residence, the local fare was too much of a shock to

that she was overly delicate; her body had simply grown sensitive

Maja vomit. "Are you okay? Did you get food

decent; this shouldn't happen."

pale. "It's not the quality. I'm just not

something bland. Just wait here," said the woman, noticing Maja's pallor

uncompromising air, her gaze lacking warmth—as if her friendliness was a

not her natural

the mood to ponder these observations; her stomach

woman returned, she brought with her a bowl of warm porridge and placed

"Take it."

"Thank you."

half the bowl, Maja felt that her

stood up,

your

a decade ago. He's eight years younger than I am. I'm twenty-six, so he

can only remember what he looked like as a

since he was two

possibly find him? And how did she know he was

to guess Maja's thoughts, her lips twitching slightly. "I've never stopped looking

I finally found out who sold him. He was trafficked

this rough place after being sold

heard the woman add, "I have this strong feeling he's alive. Maybe he's

save him all

said nothing. Everyone clung

left, Maja powered on her phone and

in his search for her, and when she finally called, the tension he'd been carrying

"Where are you?"

his dark

him the nof her hotel,

there in half an hour. Stay in

that, he