Meanwhile, elsewhere.

"Any word from the team combing the eastern harbor?" Nathan's voice sounded hoarse in the crowd.

A bodyguard in a black suit shook his head. "Still nothing, Mr. Nathan. The CCTV there shows no sign of Mrs. Elena's whereabouts either."

Nathan ruffled his hair in frustration. His eyes were bloodshot, his chin covered in a thin beard because he hadn't had time to shave. Tomorrow was supposed to be his wedding day with Elena—the big reception he'd been preparing for months. But now, he didn't even know if Elena was alive.

"How can my wife just disappear like that? There's no trace at all," Nathan muttered.

A private...