Half an hour later, Nathan Moore received a call from his assistant.
"President, there is no news of the madam leaving City B, and moreover, there are no flight, train, or long-distance bus tickets booked in the past three days."
"Got it." Three indifferent words, like Nathan Moore's chilly handsome face, not a trace of warmth.
Ewan Zimmerman muttered to himself as he watched the screen go black.
"The sun must have risen from the northwest. Why would a perfectly fine wife play hide and seek with the president?"
...
After hanging up the phone, Nathan Moore dialed another string of numbers.
"Chief Chen, this is Nathan, I need to ask you a favor... Please notify all airports and train stations. If a woman named Titus Zane is trying to leave City B, could you help detain her..."
After ending the call, Nathan Moore looked out into the pitch-dark night, his lips curling into a cold arc.
Titus Zane, I've said it before, without my permission, you'll never get to escape!
