My ex husband wants me back (Daven and Althea) novel Chapter 679

Chapter 679

Don Falcon’s office occupied the highest floor of the mansion, overlooking a stretch of city that seemed small beneath the vast glass windows. But that morning, no one in the room dared appreciate the view. The air felt heavy, dense with pressure that came entirely from the man seated behind the gleaming

black desk.

Falcon sat reviewing several files, as though nothing important was happening at all. His white shirt was immaculate, his dark jacket draped over the back of his chair, and a cup of coffee still steamed at his right hand. His manner was calm.

That was exactly what made the three battered men standing before him too afraid to breathe too loudly.

“So,” Falcon said without lifting his head, “you failed again.”

One of the men swallowed hard. His split lip still bore the marks from that night. “Boss… we followed every instruction.”

“But the girl is not in your hands.” Falcon closed the file slowly. “Which means you failed the only instruction that mattered.”

“We lost her trail after leaving the apartment.”

Falcon looked at them for the first time. His gaze was flat, yet it was enough to make all three men’s shoulders stiffen.

“I’m not interested in excuses.”

“Boss, we’re gathering new information now. We’re sure she can’t have gone far.”

“But what do I have?” Falcon rose from his chair. “Nothing, correct?”

No one dared answer.

He walked toward them and stopped directly in front of the one who had spoken the most.

“Do you know why I’m still letting you stand?”

The man went pale. “No, Boss.”

“Because I need people who can run.” Falcon tapped his cheek lightly, almost friendly. That gentle touch nearly stole the man’s breath. “So run. And find her.”

All three men bowed their heads at once. “Yes, Boss.”

Before they could leave, there was a double knock at the door. A man in a gray suit, one of Falcon’s trusted staff, entered holding a tablet.

“Mr. Falcon.”

Falcon returned to his desk. “Speak quickly.”

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“Mrs. Falcony wishes to see you this morning.”

Falcon didn’t even look up. He picked up his coffee and took a leisurely sip. “What for?”

The staff member hesitated for a fraction of a second. “She said it concerns family matters. And… Mr. Brandon will also be attending,”

Falcon smiled faintly, a smile that held not the slightest trace of warmth. “That woman is not my mother So never use the word family for her in front of me.”

The room seemed to grow colder.

“My apologies, sir.”

“Cancel it.” Falcon set down his cup. “I don’t have time for an old woman’s theatrics. Let my sweet, obedient little brother spend time with his mother instead.”

“Yes, sir.”

Falcon laced his fingers together on the desk. “Continue searching for Naomi. Check the airport, train stations, rental car routes, everything.”

“We’ve already started, but-”

“Not enough.” His voice dropped another degree. “I want outbound passenger data since last night. Every flight. False names, last-minute purchases, one-way tickets. If she tries to run, she’ll leave a trail.”

The staff member immediately began taking notes. “Understood,”

“Wherever she’s going, she can be tracked.” Falcon looked at the computer screen in front of him.” People like Naomi don’t simply disappear.”

At that moment, commotion erupted outside. The door flew open and one of the men Liu had beaten the night before rushed in, breathing hard. His face was still bruised, his hair disheveled, one hand gripping a phone.

“Sir… Sir, I found something.”

The guards at the door moved to drag him out, but Falcon lifted one hand slightly.

“Let him speak.”

The man approached shakily and handed over the phone. “Street CCTV near Naomi’s apartment.”

Falcon took the device and looked at the screen. Grainy footage showed a black sedan stopping in front of Naomi’s apartment building. Minutes later, the same car sped away.

“Zoom in.”

His trusted staff member stepped in at once, enlarging the image of the plate and the vehicle from another angle.

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“This car appeared again at the second intersection,” said the man who had brought the footage. “We continued tracking it through other traffic cameras.”

The next clip appeared.

The black sedan turned into the front entrance of a five-star hotel in the city center.

The room fell abruptly silent.

Falcon stared at the screen for several seconds longer.

Then he smiled slowly.

“Finally.”

His trusted aide straightened. “We can send men there immediately.”

“No.”

“Sir?”

Falcon handed the phone back. “I’m going myself.”

The bruised man spoke up at once. “But it could be a trap. The man with Naomi yesterday had guards

with him.”

Falcon took his jacket from the chair and slipped it on calmly. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“A good thing?”

“If another man thinks he can put his hands on what concerns me, I’d like to see his face.” He adjusted his cuffs, then walked toward the door. The staff moved aside automatically to clear his path.

“Sir, how many men should we prepare?” asked the aide in the gray suit.

“Four cars.”

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