She disappeared from the campus. The first step was to head to the school to investigate. He got in the car, thought for a moment, then told his uncle everything and had him pull the security footage at once. It didn't take long—they got it up. Jethro and Alistair watched the footage themselves. They watched every camera angle from the moment Darcy left the classroom until she headed towards the faculty offices. On the screen, a male student was seen stopping Darcy, saying something to her, after which she turned and walked in the direction of the faculty offices. Jethro massaged his temples and looked at his uncle. "That must be what Darcy mentioned on WhatsApp—that you needed to see her." Alistair looked bewildered. "But I didn't ask for her.""Right. Someone must have paid that student off." They continued watching, but then the screen went dark, showing nothing. Jethro's face immediately darkened. "What's going on?" The security guard scratched his head awkwardly. "That camera's been broken since last year." Jethro gritted his teeth. "Why wasn't it repaired?" "It's a remote path, hardly anyone uses it. Plus, with no budget allocated, it just..." Jethro took a shaky breath, knowing he shouldn't vent his anger on a security guard, but the fury boiling inside him had nowhere to go. Alistair intervened, "Let's find that student and question him first." Soon, Alistair used the school's system to locate the student's contact information. The male student didn't try to hide it and admitted directly, "Yeah, I passed on the message. Some guy said he was her boyfriend. Said he'd messed up and she was mad at him, they'd been giving each other the silent treatment. He wanted to make it up to her and surprise her, so he begged me to help." Still unaware of the gravity of the situation, he said righteously, "Her boyfriend looked rich and handsome, so I was just doing her a solid. What's the harm?" Jethro clenched his fists, but with time being critical, he had no moment to waste on settling scores. He ground his teeth and asked, "What did this man look like?" The student scratched his head. "Really good-looking, total rich kid vibe. Oh, and he was driving the latest top-tier Mercedes-Maybach." Boom. It felt like a thunderclap out of a clear sky. Jethro's mind went blank for several seconds, the color draining from his face. Could it be... Zane?He staggered back two steps, sweat soaking his spine. If it really was Zane, what was he planning? What would he do? His mind flooded with terrifying possibilities, and a wave of immense regret washed over Jethro's heart. I should have been more alert. How could I have been so slow, only realizing something was wrong a full hour later? Alistair was also frantic, pacing in circles, but he was calmer than his nephew. He immediately instructed the security team to check all campus cameras for any sign of a Mercedes-Maybach. The entire security team mobilized. Twenty minutes later, they had identified five Maybachs on campus. Two belonged to faculty members, two to students. The last one was not registered in the campus system. Clearly, that was the car they were looking for.Zooming in, they got a clear view of the license plate. Jethro immediately made a call to trace the owner. As expected, the registered owner was Zane. At this point, Jethro was almost certain—the person who took Darcy was Zane. But where had he taken her? There was no time to dwell on it. Jethro immediately drove to the police station. The top officer came out to greet him, but before he could offer formalities, Jethro cut him off with a wave. "I need a vehicle traced. Now." Twenty minutes later, the police compiled the Mercedes-Maybach's route. Jethro gripped the report, his eyes sharp as daggers. The docks. The vehicle's last known location was the docks. He rushed to the docks without a moment's pause, but found nothing.No car. No people. Had the car and its occupants boarded a yacht? When was the most recent departure? The dock manager informed him—one hour ago. Jethro asked coldly, "What's the background of that yacht?" The manager shook his head. "It's a foreign-registered yacht. We don't know the specifics." The veins on the back of Jethro's hands bulged. His eyes were icy, his aura so formidable that no one dared approach. This was the scene that greeted Cindy and Zephyr when they arrived. Both were shocked. They had never seen Jethro look so dark and menacing. He always faced even the most difficult challenges with calm detachment. When he first took over Blackwood Group and the old guard ganged up on him because he was young, he had at most frowned or pressed his lips together, never showing them he cared. "Jethro..." Cindy tugged at his sleeve. "It's windy here. Let's go back first." She barely got the sentence out before her voice cracked with a sob. "Darcy will be okay. She has to be okay." Jethro stood as still as a statue. After what felt like an eternity, he turned, wiping the tears from his sister's face. "Of course. She will be absolutely fine." Then, with unnerving calm, he turned and walked back to his car. He called Rowan, his voice low and steely. "Investigate the background of a yacht. Find out if it has any connection to the Vance family or the Cross family."