Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 682

Chapter: 682

Sabrina might have started questioning her sanity if it weren’t for her father’s initial draft

and the damning photograph that he had taken.

Was there no media coverage of this case apart from her father’s?

It seemed impossible!

After all, some journalists were notorious for exploiting others’ misfortunes for their own

gain.

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Furthermore, regardless of the outcome of the kidnapping case, the media would

undoubtedly report on it as soon as possible to profit from the news it created.

With this in mind, Sabrina continued her search on other websites.

Her persistence paid off, and after two grueling hours of searching, she finally stumbled

upon a relevant report from an unknown website.

According to the report, a kidnapping occurred in Mathias on April 12th. Fortunately, the

hostage was safe, and the criminal suspects were being pursued.

Although the report was brief, Sabrina felt like she had found a glimmer of hope.

So she wasn’t going crazy after all. The problem lay with the internet.

It was impossible that there would be nothing about it on the internet.

It became apparent that someone had meticulously wiped away all traces of the case,

possibly the kidnappers

A highly skilled and dangerous group, adept at evading detection, carefully orchestrated

this. It was not the work of amateurs.

Sabrina was both amazed and terrified by the intricate nature of the operation as she

unraveled more and more questions

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The Level of sophistication made her briefly consider the possibility of a spy being

involved.

The sound of a forceful knock on the door shattered the silence.

Sabrina, absorbed in her thoughts, was abruptly jolted back to reality, her heart racing as

the unexpected noise sent a shiver down her spine.

Bettie’s voice came through the door, interrupting Sabrina’s work.

“Sabrina, should we cook something ourselves or order takeout?”

Sabrina let out a deep sigh and stretched her back. She closed her laptop, stood up, and

opened the door. “I don’t mind. Either will do.”

Bettie chuckled. “Then takeout it is.”

“Okay.”