Rowan's feet hit the apron, sprinted towards the building the moment he touched down, leaving Damian blinking in confusion.
"Boss, why are you in such a hurry?" he shouted, watching his boss look so anxious.
"Take the luggage to the car," Rowan barked without slowing.
He sprinted with the tracker in one hand, the red dot blinking as his gaze flicked between the screen and the path ahead.
Lyra had triggered the alarm, the one he had once given her for safety. She would not have activated it unless something was wrong. Rowan could not afford to take this lightly, and seeing the dot moving made him restless.
In the chaos of following the tracker's signal, he accidentally bumped into Camela, who was heading toward the waiting area.
The collision forced them both off balance, and Rowan halted abruptly. He muttered a quick apology and rushed on without looking back.
