Mark turned around as a voice called his name. The 20-year-old girl who had been working for Zanara to look after Marion came from the doorway.
"Did you find any trace of her, Melika?" asked Mark, with an anxious look that he could no longer hide.
The girl shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson, I didn't find anything. It seems that Mrs. Miller ... I mean Mrs. Anderson already knows everything. I'm sorry, sir," she regretted.
Mark just nodded, between trying to accept and understand the situation he was currently in and excusing Melika's negligence. After all this time and finally finding Zanara's whereabouts, he had to lose track of her again.
Only the flat object remained, which was now in his grasp.
Mark squeezed it tightly. Then unable to contain the anger rumbling in his chest,
