?<strong>Chapter 1062:</strong>


    “Yesterday…” The memory of a lurking figure shed through Elyse’s mind—it was him. Before she could react further, a blow to her head rendered her unconscious.


    When she came to, she found herself forced into a ck vehicle. As they departed, the man hit the button again, triggering a fourth explosion. A section of the music hall crumbled, engulfing the area in chaos and screams.


    Elsewhere, Edward desperately searched for Elyse. After making several rounds, he found no sign of her but encountered Darren. Grasping Darren’s shoulders, Edward’s voice was fraught with urgency. “Have you seen Elyse?”


    Darren shook his head, his voiceden with uncertainty. “I got swept outside by the crowd. Wasn’t she on stage? She should’ve made it out, right?”


    “No, she’s not out yet,” Edward replied, his tone grave. “I just checked with the event coordinator. They confirmed everyone was evacuated; no deaths, only injuries. The injured are already receiving medical care.” A wave of anxiety washed over Darren. “You mean she might still be inside? But parts of the building have copsed!”


    Edward pondered briefly before suggesting, “Could she have been abducted?”


    “Abducted? By whom?” Darren’s confusion was palpable. Edwardid out the hefty reward in the ck market for capturing Elyse, leaving Darren utterly dismayed. “These explosions are baffling.


    We’re just musicians; who’d want to blow us up? But if it’s about targeting Elyse, that changes everything. For some, eight million is apelling enough reason to nt bombs and disrupt our performance. Amidst such chaos, it’d be easy to snatch Elyse.”


    This realization struck Edward like a bolt of lightning. “This is horrendous. Elyse must have been taken by…”


    Darren continued, his voiceden with urgency, “We have to find her. If she’s fallen into the hands of viins, I dread to think what might happen to her.”


    Finding her would be a challenge. Time was not on their side, and he feared it was slipping away.


    That night, Elyse stirred from her uneasy sleep in the backseat of the car. Her head ached sharply as she reached to feel the back of her skull, discovering a pronounced bump. A mere brush of her fingers against it sent a jolt of pain surging through her.


    Bracing herself with trembling hands, she peered out the window. A vast river meandered close by, reflecting the moonlight. Nearby, the man who had abducted her earlier stood vigil by a fire, his eyes never straying far from the flickering mes.


    Confusion clouded Elyse’s mind. The location felt wrong for a mere holding spot—it had the eerie vibe of a rendezvous point for illicit transactions.


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