Zayn glanced at his phone, biting his nails as his heart pounded. When the screen finally lit up with a call, he snatched it up, his eyes brightening.

“Any news?” he asked eagerly.

The voice on the other end hesitated. “No, sir… but I’ll keep searching.”

Zayn exhaled, his expression falling back to neutral. “Alright,” he muttered before ending the call.

Day after day, he continued investigating, asking questions, chasing every lead. Each evening, he stopped by ...