Gabriel was initially furious, but as he looked closer, he noticed that Mason''s eyes resembled N''s. His expression changed slightly, and he averted his gaze, deciding to ignore the boy. After all, N would soon show up willingly.


    As for Mason, Gabriel had never nned on letting him go. His original intention had been to abduct both N and Mason and immediately leave the country with them. As long as Mason was in his possession, he could use the boy to threaten N into staying with him.


    Although the n had taken a slight detour, everything was still within his control.


    Once his men brought N to him, he could take them abroad. No matter how resourceful Damon was, he couldn''t track them down.


    Thinking about his future life with N, Gabriel smiled. He didn''t notice that the ropes binding Mason''s hands were gradually loosening.


    While Mason worked diligently to secretly free himself, his smartwatch suddenly began ringing.


    The abrupt sound startled Mason and Gabriel.


    Gabriel''s expression darkened as he strode over to Mason and flipped him over.


    When he saw the number disyed on the smartwatch screen, he sneered and yanked it off Mason''s wrist, holding it up to his face.


    "Who is this?" Gabriel asked.


    Mason nced at the screen. Recognizing the number, he replied, "That''s my master."


    "Master?" Gabriel''s sneer deepened. He smashed the smartwatch onto the floor with a loud crash.


    The impact shattered the screen, abruptly silencing the ringtone.


    Mason red at him. "What gives you the right to break my stuff?!"


    Gabriel''s expression turned cold. "Because you''re in my hands now. Let me warn you don''t even think about pulling any tricks. Otherwise, you''ll never see your mom again."


    Though visibly shaken by his words, Mason''s eyes reddened. He stubbornly refused to cry.


    Gabriel ignored him and returned to the couch, sinking back into his seat. At Saintornia airport...


    A tall man wearing sunsses nced at his phone, his brows furrowing slightly.


    What was going on? This was the first time Mason hadn''t answered his call. He tried again, but the line was dead.


    The man narrowed his eyes and opened a tracking app on his phone. Checking the smartwatch''s location, he noticed something odd.


    Had someone stolen it?


    The smartwatch, a gift he had given to Mason, appeared ordinary on the surface. But it contained


    state-of-the-art technology that allowed for location tracking even if it was powered off.


    Closing the app, he sent Mason a text message but received no response.


    While he wasn''t initially concerned, by the time he checked into his hotel and still hadn''t heard back, his intuition told him something was wrong.


    This wasn''t like Mason. Normally, he would respond within minutes, let alone hours.


    Realizing the gravity of the situation, the man dialed another number, his tone cold. "Find out where Buddy is now."


    By 6:00 p.m., Damon''s team had pinpointed Gabriel''s location to Garmony Residence.


    However, Garmony Residence was a


    sprawling area with thousands of


    residents. During rush hour, the


    steady flow of people made it


    impossible to identify Gabriel''s exact location.


    "Mr. Sumner, if Ms. Kinsey can get Gabriel on a call and keep him talking for one minute, we can pinpoint the exact building he''s in," his subordinate reported.