In Hulwin, Matthew was buried in a mountain of paperwork at the Martial League headquarters.
The workload at the Martial League was overwhelming, and even if Matthew worked around the clock, he couldn't possibly finish everything. The thick stack of papers on his desk was only the most critical documents.
Ring, ring, ring…
Suddenly, the desk phone rang. Without thinking, Matthew picked it up and answered, "Matthew Larson speaking."
It was a phrase he'd repeated so many times in the past few days that it had almost become second nature.
"President, we've reviewed surveillance from nearby cities, and it appears your wife has headed toward Montiria."
"Are you sure?" Matthew immediately perked up, eagerly asking for confirmation.
"Yes, we've spotted her figure in several cameras leading toward Montiria."
"Alright, got it. Everyone's bonus this year is doubled."
He hung up the phone in a rush, the thought of paperwork now miles from his mind. He stood up, ready to call Shawn Warde to take over for him so he could set out to find his wife.
Ring, ring, ring…
The phone rang again, and this time, Matthew answered with a trace of impatience. "What now?"
"Matthew, it's me, Blake." Blake's voice came through the line, heavy and trembling. Even over the phone, Matthew could sense the seething rage within the elder back in Bainbridge.
"Elder Carr, what's happened?" If Blake was calling, it could only mean something serious had occurred.
"Just now, the Cathian embassy in Montiria sent a message to us. They said…" Blake's voice faltered, and he struggled to continue. The elder, one of Cathay's most revered figures, was choking up.
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