“So the man is a certified human trafficker and he is somehow connected to Chester. Not only that, he has my wife at the moment.” Liam growled, banging his clenched fist on the desk in his study so loudly that all the files and articles on top of the table shook violently. Some slid off and fell to the floor.
His men were not spared from the sudden outburst. Almost all of them flinched.
“Yes, Sir,” Stuart said, his eyes downcast to the ground, not daring to meet his boss’s furious gaze.
“A s*x trafficker has my f*****g wife! And can any of you explain why we are yet to find them?”
“Apparently not yet, Boss,” the silver-haired hacker Jimmy said. “They must have something that is blocking the signals around them. A jammer can do that easily.”
Liam snarled and within two quick strides re
