As Gabriel tossed Vincent to the ground and pointed the gun at him, Vincent clasped his hands together, desperation evident in his voice. "I swear by my late mother, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't take your daughter."Gabriel's face twisted into a grimace. "You're lying to me?"Vincent crawled closer, his eyes shimmering with sincerity. "Believe me, I don't have your daughter.""Then why were you running away from me?""I was scared. I thought you wanted to kill me."Gabriel lowered the gun, doubt creeping into his mind. If it wasn't Vincent, then who had kidnapped his daughter? Frustration boiled within him, and he fired a bullet vaguely at Vincent, who scurried behind a couch in terror.Suddenly, Barry, recovering from his earlier encounter, smashed a glass vase over Gabriel's head. Gabriel spun around, eyes blazing with fury, and delivered a powerful blow to Barry's face, sending him crashing to the floor. He followed up with three quick shots into Barry's arm,

Gabriel opened his eyes slowly, then quickly. He took a deep breath and snapped his head to the right, quickly realizing he wasn't in his car. Zoe, noticing he was awake, placed an assuring hand on his shoulder. "Relax, buddy, it's me." Her eyes, filled with concern, shone even in the dim light of the car.He sat up and looked out the window, spotting his car a few feet away against a tree. "You crashed and lost consciousness. I tried calling an ambulance, but the poor signal in this area made it impossible."Gabriel winced, feeling a sharp pain in his head as he shifted. "What's wrong with you, Gabriel? You're bleeding," Zoe said, her voice laced with worry.He nodded, not wanting her to elaborate on his condition. She continued, "I couldn't reach emergency services, but I managed to contact my friend Louisa, the nurse who checked your wounds the other night. She's on her way.""No," he snapped. "My wife. I need to see her.""Relax, Gabriel. I'm sure she's fine.""She's not!" he

Gabriel’s blood ran cold as he glanced at Louis, who watched him with concern. The voice on the line laughed."I’m sure you’re at the uncompleted house. Too bad, I had your daughter moved just in time. Looks like I was a step ahead of you. Sorry, you were late." The man’s laughter echoed through the phone again, taunting and cruel.Gabriel clenched his fist, fury, and helplessness swirling inside him as the call ended.Louis watched as Gabriel’s hand tightened around the phone, his knuckles turning white with anger. "Who was that?" Louis asked, his voice low but urgent."The kidnapper," Gabriel spat, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He threw the phone down, running his hand through his hair, trying to make sense of the situation. "I wish I had an idea who it was, Louis. But I’m going to find my daughter, no matter what."Louis placed a reassuring hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. "We’ll keep searching. I’ll keep you informed the moment we find a lead."Gabriel nodded, his jaw cle

The next morning, Gabriel met up with Louis at a quiet corner of a café, hoping for any leads on Jessie’s whereabouts. Louis shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry, Gabriel. Still nothing," he said, his voice heavy with frustration.Gabriel sighed deeply, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "I didn’t tell Camella about the call from the kidnapper," he admitted, staring at his hands.Louis frowned, confusion evident in his eyes. "Why didn’t you tell her? She deserves to know."Gabriel’s expression tightened. "Because she’s already falling apart, Louis. If I tell her and something goes wrong, it will destroy her. I need to handle this on my own terms."Louis considered his words, then nodded slowly. "That makes sense," he conceded. After a pause, he asked, "Could it be Fredrick behind this? He had a grudge after you took over his company."Gabriel shook his head firmly. "Fredrick and his family left the city a long time ago. He’s not the type to come back just for reve

Gabriel took a deep breath, a mixture of relief and determination washing over him as he prepared to save his daughter.He excused himself and rushed into the house, his heart pounding with urgency. He grabbed his jacket from the chair and hurried back out, his movements frantic. As he walked briskly toward his car, he suddenly halted, spinning around at the sound of footsteps behind him. Zoe stood there, a determined look on her face.“Let’s go, Gabriel,” she said, her voice firm.He shook his head, his expression hardening. “No.”Zoe’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s go. I’m coming with you.”Gabriel took a deep breath, trying to rein in his frustration. “Zoe, I said no. You can't come with me.”Their argument escalated quickly, tension crackling between them. Zoe wouldn’t back down, and it drove Gabriel to the edge. “It's dangerous, Zoe!” he yelled, his voice cracking with the weight of his worry. “I’m going. Alone. Obey my wish!”He turned away from her, storming to his car. Without anothe