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    …there? “Is this some sick mistake? Is someone messing with us? They were just finest night…”

    Grant and Martha exchanged a look before snatching the phone from Alita to see for themselves.

    Their hearts began to pound, a knot of dread tightening in their chests. They’d taken part in these transactions, always behind the scenes, watching others suffer—never once imagining the Delgado children could wind up in the same hell.

    All at once, something clicked in Martha’s mind. Panic crept into her voice. “Wait! Where’s Thea? I haven’t seen her since this morning. Could she also be—” The words died in her throat, her face turning ghostly white.

    Grant’s expression went pale, too. He fumbled for his phone and tried to call Thea, but his hands were shaking so badly he kept punching in the wrong numbers. When he finally got it right, the call went straight to voicemail.

    “Thea’s phone is off too!” Grant’s face drained of all color.

    “What do we do? Could Thea have been taken too?” Martha was on the verge of falling apart, tears brimming in her eyes. Once someone got sold off into that ce, escape wasn’t a decision they got to make.

    “Don’t worry.” Grant tried to stayposed. “We haven’t heard anything yet. That means Thea’s probably okay. Maybe her phone just died, and she forgot to charge it.”

    “T-that could be it.” Martha nodded faintly, trying to calm herself.

    The Delgado couple, their eyes swollen with tears, dropped to their knees before Martha and Grant.

    “What are you two doing?” Grant asked, his brow furrowing as he eyed the Delgado couple.

    Jorge, eyes red and desperate, pleaded, “Considering how faithfully we’ve served the Reed family all this time, please, help us get our children back.”

    Grant let out a heavy, tired sigh. “It’s not that I don’t want to help. But it all depends on which territory they were sold into. If it’s one controlled by our rivals, there’s nothing I can do.”

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    Alita, sobbing uncontrobly, crawled over and clutched at Grant’s pant leg, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please, you have to save my children. They’re all we have. If they’re dead, I won’t be able to go on living.”

    “Could you at least look into it for us? What if… I mean, what if they ended up somewhere we have connections? If there’s any chance of bringing them back, we’re willing to pay whatever it takes,” Jorge added, voice trembling. He had already made up his mind—if the Reed family turned their backs on him now, he wouldn’t hesitate to take them down with him. If the Reeds refused to help, he’d make sure they paid for it tenfold.

    “Alright, I’ll check into it for you,” Grant finally said.

    Meanwhile, Martha had been on the phone, making several calls, growing more frantic with each failed attempt to reach Thea. “Grant, I’ve been asking around, and no one’s seen Thea anywhere. Even at her ce, the staff said she hasn’t shown up… Do you think something’s happened to her?”

    Grant hesitated, unsure. “I don’t think so…”

    At first, Grant hadn’t been in a rush to look into where the Delgado siblings had been taken. But now, with even Thea’s whereabouts unclear, a sense of dread crept in, and he pulled out his phone without another word. He called one of their partners and asked them to investigate three people at once. He prayed his daughter hadn’t ended up on the wrong side of the trade. If she had, even if they got her back, the hardships she’d endured were too horrific to imagine.

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