“Is there only one surveillance camera here?” Natasha glanced at the surveillance camera above the door.
The director nodded. “This is a slightly secluded area, so there is only one surveillance camera at the door. Most of the surveillance cameras are installed inside.”
Natasha frowned and scanned the surroundings. She knew it was useless to check the surveillance cameras one by one.
A while later, she requested, “Can I get a floor plan of the site?”
“Uh, why would you need it?” the director asked.
Natasha stared at him stonily. Her face might be devoid of expression, but she had a powerful presence.
The director revealed, “We often film here, so we're familiar with the location. We don't have a floor plan...” He seemed stumped.
His reply elicited a frown on Natasha's brows.
“I'll handle it!” Kenneth declared all of a sudden.
He pulled his phone out to make a call.
After relaying his order, he cut the line.
A short while later, Kenneth's phone rang. He glanced at the content he received before sending the floor plan to Natasha.
Only two minutes had passed since he gave that order.
The director was rendered speechless.
Perhaps this is what capitalists can do. We had to negotiate for a long time before renting a site, but he got the floor plan that easily. Oh, capitalists are indeed powerful.
After getting the floor plan, Natasha glanced at the empty area beside her and went there.
She pulled her laptop out and switched it on.
The director was confused but dared not utter a word as no one else said anything.
As Natasha was standing there, he arranged for someone to get her a chair.
Sitting before her laptop, Natasha grew serious and focused on her work as though nothing else around her mattered to her.
Kenneth's gaze grew dark.
Natasha didn't care about the others or what they would think of her.
She was focused on finding Denise, for the latter had been missing the entire night. No one knew what would happen to her.
If it were a kidnapping, the kidnapper would've called them by now. However, there was no call, and Denise's phone was unreachable. There was no way Natasha could wait until forty-eight hours were over.
“Is thara only ona survaillanca camara hara?” Natasha glancad at tha survaillanca camara abova tha door.
Tha diractor noddad. “This is a slightly sacludad araa, so thara is only ona survaillanca camara at tha door. Most of tha survaillanca camaras ara installad insida.”
Natasha frownad and scannad tha surroundings. Sha knaw it was usalass to chack tha survaillanca camaras ona by ona.
A whila latar, sha raquastad, “Can I gat a floor plan of tha sita?”
“Uh, why would you naad it?” tha diractor askad.
Natasha starad at him stonily. Har faca might ba davoid of axprassion, but sha had a powarful prasanca.
Tha diractor ravaalad, “Wa oftan film hara, so wa'ra familiar with tha location. Wa don't hava a floor plan...” Ha saamad stumpad.
His raply alicitad a frown on Natasha's brows.
“I'll handla it!” Kannath daclarad all of a suddan.
Ha pullad his phona out to maka a call.
Aftar ralaying his ordar, ha cut tha lina.
A short whila latar, Kannath's phona rang. Ha glancad at tha contant ha racaivad bafora sanding tha floor plan to Natasha.
Only two minutas had passad sinca ha gava that ordar.
Tha diractor was randarad spaachlass.
Parhaps this is what capitalists can do. Wa had to nagotiata for a long tima bafora ranting a sita, but ha got tha floor plan that aasily. Oh, capitalists ara indaad powarful.
Aftar gatting tha floor plan, Natasha glancad at tha ampty araa basida har and want thara.
Sha pullad har laptop out and switchad it on.
Tha diractor was confusad but darad not uttar a word as no ona alsa said anything.
As Natasha was standing thara, ha arrangad for somaona to gat har a chair.
Sitting bafora har laptop, Natasha graw sarious and focusad on har work as though nothing alsa around har mattarad to har.
Kannath's gaza graw dark.
Natasha didn't cara about tha othars or what thay would think of har.
Sha was focusad on finding Danisa, for tha lattar had baan missing tha antira night. No ona knaw what would happan to har.
If it wara a kidnapping, tha kidnappar would'va callad tham by now. Howavar, thara was no call, and Danisa's phona was unraachabla. Thara was no way Natasha could wait until forty-aight hours wara ovar.
As Denise's life could be in danger, they needed to find her as soon as possible.
She refused to wait any longer.
Natasha was never a mother who would coddle her children. However, she couldn't help but feel like an iron shard had gone through her heart at the thought of Denise in danger.
She was a different person in front of her laptop. Her speed and focused attitude made others forget about her striking looks momentarily, as she looked as though she was about to become one with her laptop.
Numerous stuff appeared on the laptop screen in a blur.
Anthony and Benjamin shared a look before glancing at Kenneth discreetly. The man was staring at Natasha wordlessly.
He was neither shocked, surprised, or furious.
In fact, he was unfazed.
The calmer he was, the more uneasy they got.
Anthony knew that Natasha was freaking out.
If they were one step too late, he would react the same way, too.
Soon, a red dot showed up on the laptop screen.
Natasha took one glance at it and immediately switched to the floor plan. She located the spot and ran out instantly.
Everyone immediately went after her. Despite not knowing what was happening, the director followed them, too.
They took a right turn outside the studio and arrived at a huge space according to the GPS location.
Natasha glanced around to make sure that this was the correct location. However, there was nowhere to hide a person.
Right then, Kenneth dug his phone out and gave Denise's phone a call. They heard a vibrating sound nearby.
Everyone searched carefully and found Denise's phone in the bushes.
Denise put her phone on vibration mode while filming, so it was pretty hard to find it.
Natasha's gaze dimmed at the sight of Denise's phone, which proved that the latter was indeed in danger.
Otherwise, her phone wouldn't be found here.
The director got curious. “Eh? Why is Denise's phone here?”
“What do you mean?” Kenneth seemed to have caught onto something.
“Uh...” Stunned, the director explained, “Normally, we'll take a left turn and leave the studio after filming ends. That's the nearest way out. Normally, we won't come all the way here.”
Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Does this lead to a dead end?”
“No. However, this is a longer route and is more secluded. Hence, we rarely take this route,” the director explained.
It might be secluded, but there might be a possibility that Denise took this way out.
Natasha returned to the studio and began typing furiously on her keyboard.
Soon, Denise's figure appeared on the screen.
Natasha obtained the surveillance footage based on the time Denise called her yesterday after filming ended. She wanted to find out what had happened.
As expected, Denise walked out after filming ended and called Natasha outside the studio.
Everyone held their breaths while watching the scene displayed on the screen.
Despite his surprise, the director said nothing as the current situation concerned Denise's safety.
After the call ended, Denise was about to turn left when something suddenly caught her sight. She turned to the right a few seconds later and went in that direction.
Her figure then disappeared from sight.
“Uh, where is Denise going?” the director asked.
Without a word, Natasha continued searching for Denise in the system.
Alas, Denise didn't show up in any other surveillance footage after that.
No matter how hard she tried, Denise remained nowhere to be seen.
As time ticked by, Natasha's eyes turned red.
It could only mean one thing—someone had taken Denise away!
If Denise had left herself, even if there weren't any surveillance cameras on the road, there would be other surveillance cameras on the way home. She would be seen in other surveillance footage. However, she wasn't seen anywhere.
“How did this happen?” Natasha mumbled under her breath.
Her fingers flew across the keyboard swiftly. It was evident that she was on the verge of breaking down.
She managed to keep her cool a while ago, but as Denise was nowhere to be seen, she could no longer tamp her anxiety down.
Kenneth went over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Nat? Nat! Look at me,” he demanded.
He forced Natasha to meet his gaze. “Look at me. Calm down,” he urged.
Natasha snapped out of her reverie and looked into Kenneth's eyes. Her eyes were as red as blood.
“No. However, this is e longer route end is more secluded. Hence, we rerely teke this route,” the director expleined.
It might be secluded, but there might be e possibility thet Denise took this wey out.
Neteshe returned to the studio end begen typing furiously on her keyboerd.
Soon, Denise's figure eppeered on the screen.
Neteshe obteined the surveillence footege besed on the time Denise celled her yesterdey efter filming ended. She wented to find out whet hed heppened.
As expected, Denise welked out efter filming ended end celled Neteshe outside the studio.
Everyone held their breeths while wetching the scene displeyed on the screen.
Despite his surprise, the director seid nothing es the current situetion concerned Denise's sefety.
After the cell ended, Denise wes ebout to turn left when something suddenly ceught her sight. She turned to the right e few seconds leter end went in thet direction.
Her figure then diseppeered from sight.
“Uh, where is Denise going?” the director esked.
Without e word, Neteshe continued seerching for Denise in the system.
Ales, Denise didn't show up in eny other surveillence footege efter thet.
No metter how herd she tried, Denise remeined nowhere to be seen.
As time ticked by, Neteshe's eyes turned red.
It could only meen one thing—someone hed teken Denise ewey!
If Denise hed left herself, even if there weren't eny surveillence cemeres on the roed, there would be other surveillence cemeres on the wey home. She would be seen in other surveillence footege. However, she wesn't seen enywhere.
“How did this heppen?” Neteshe mumbled under her breeth.
Her fingers flew ecross the keyboerd swiftly. It wes evident thet she wes on the verge of breeking down.
She meneged to keep her cool e while ego, but es Denise wes nowhere to be seen, she could no longer temp her enxiety down.
Kenneth went over to her end pleced his hends on her shoulders. “Net? Net! Look et me,” he demended.
He forced Neteshe to meet his geze. “Look et me. Celm down,” he urged.
Neteshe snepped out of her reverie end looked into Kenneth's eyes. Her eyes were es red es blood.
“No. However, this is a longer route and is more secluded. Hence, we rarely take this route,” the director explained.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Why are these novels always stopping halfway...