CRACK! CRACK! CRACK—
The crisp sounds echoing through the room were of a leather belt striking flesh. The fake Ashley bit down hard, not letting out a single whimper.
"Your Highness, she's really tight-lipped," Sean said with a frown, glancing at his watch. Time was running out.
"Everyone has a weakness. We just have to try every method one by one until we find it." Yuri Sinclair glanced over. Several men were furiously raising their whips, putting all their strength into every strike.
He looked away, his heart filled with an overwhelming worry for Shay.
"Have all outbound flights from the past week been checked? Any news?"
"We've checked. Nothing... Could it be that Ashley Bowen never even left the country?" Sean asked, his brow furrowed.
Though they had immense resources and could cast a dragnet to find someone, their search became exponentially more difficult if their opponent had the same capabilities.
