Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Zuko and Toph had been holed up in the study for five days, tirelessly searching for any records of planes, trains, and ships entering or exiting Centrolis. They checked immigration records and reviewed highway surveillance cameras leading to other provinces, hoping to find a clue about Melvin’s possible mode of transportation. However, their efforts often ended in disappointment.

As the days passed, both of them grew visibly thinner, with disheveled hair and dark circles under their eyes. The constant search took a toll on their mental state, and they dreaded the thought of losing their loved ones.

After another failed attempt, Toph’s frustration boiled over, and he slammed the table in despair. Zuko, though expressionless, stared at the computer screen with bloodshot eyes, his restless fingers betraying his inner anxiety.

Toph turned to him, about to say something, but his voice choked, and he couldn’t utter a word. Zuko remained blank-faced.

The service staff visited several times, updating them on the Thompsons’ tireless search for the girls and the Hamertons’ unsuccessful efforts in finding any trace of them in Centrolis.

“I don’t believe they’re gone like this, Zuko,” Toph said, expressing his disbelief.

“I don’t believe it either,” Zuko quickly interrupted, not wanting Toph to voice his doubts aloud and secretly harboring his own disbelief.

He and Lina had made a promise never to let go of each other’s hands, no matter the circumstances. They vowed to always stay connected, no matter where they were. And now…

Zuko rubbed his temples and weakly leaned against the chair’s backrest. Exhaustion washed over him, and he closed his eyes, envisioning a starry sky. At that moment, he recalled a conversation about reaching the stars and fulfilling wishes.

hitting him like a bolt

wrong,” he said, his voice filled with

Toph furrowed his brow

signal,” Zuko replied, determination and confidence returning to

up a location system interface on the computer. Though it was currently

he declared, his words deliberate and resolute.

…

after another day of work on the ship. Despite the ship’s calm and peaceful atmosphere, they couldn’t shake

tasks manageable, but Lina struggled to adapt. Her delicate hands had become rough and worn from the arduous work. Despite the exhaustion, she never

move. Their heads leaned against each other

to give Lina a shoulder massage to

replied wearily, mustering the energy to sit up. “I have to go to the deck

realizing that their meticulous observations and calculations were about to pay off. While Lina focused on her duties,

Renee spent time on the deck, using wind speed

you truly believe this ship is heading

calculations indicate,” Renee replied, drawing a rough map on a piece of paper. “Based on the wind’s speed and direction, we