FOREVER WITH YOU

Chapter 88: That Couldn't Be Possible

The call connected and she shouted, "Ya Rayyan, Tasleem has been snatched away! She was snatched away by Nuab! Right in front of me! He directly pulled her into his car and left! He also said that since he took her away, it won't be that easy for you to take her back!" She intentionally added.

She heard a loud crashing sound just before the call disconnected.

Without wasting another second, Amira got into the car and drove straight to RH Corporation. The moment she stepped into Rayyan's office, another loud crash echoed through the room. A shattered case scattered across the floor.

"Find them, I don't care how you do it. Find their location right now!" He shouted at Sa'eed.

This was the third time Sa'eed had reported that he couldn't trace their location. Tasleem's signal had disappeared fifteen minutes away from the restaurant where Nuab had taken her.

Rayyan swore that, if he got his hands on Nuab, he would strangle him with his own bare hands. Nuab should never have involved his family in his childish game.

After Sa'eed left, silence filled the office.

Amira cautiously called, "Ya Rayyan...."

He turned to her, his cold gaze saying more than words ever could.

"I swear I didn't do anything this time. He just showed up and took her away. I tried my best to stop him," She said, desperately trying to defend herself against the accusation in his eyes.

"Are you enjoying all the trouble you've caused?" He asked coldly. "It should have been you who was kidnapped, not her."

His words struck her like a slap.

"If anything happens to Tasleem, be prepared to face your punishment." With that, he picked up his phone to make another call.

Silent tears streamed down Amira's cheeks. She blamed everything on Nuab. If he hadn't appeared, none of this would have happened.

40 minutes have passed without a single piece of information about Tasleem's whereabouts.

Rayyan grew more frustrated with every passing minute, pacing relentlessly across his office. Dressed only in a white shirt and suit trousers, he looked nothing like the composed CEO everyone knew. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair slightly disheveled, his eyes burning with rage. He looked completely restless but dashing at the same time.

Amira watched him anxiously before speaking once more. "Ya Rayyan...."

"Shut up," he snapped without even looking at her. "Not another word from you." He said.

All Rayyan could think about at the moment was where Nuab could have possibly taken his wife. Every passing second felt like a torture, and countless frightening possibilities raced through his mind. For the first time in a long while, fear gripped his heart more tightly than anger ever could.

Even though there was a sixty percent chance that Nuab wouldn't hurt his wife, Rayyan couldn't bring himself to hold on to that hope. As long as Tasleem wasn't by his side and unharmed, his mind refused to rest. Especially when he had no idea what Nuab's intentions were.

His phone made a ding sound, and Rayyan picked it up without hesitation.

It was a text message from an unknown foreign number: 'The time to get back at you is yet to come'

Rayyan's jaw tightened. Rage surged through him, and he nearly crushed the phone in his hand.

"Sa'eed!" He shouted.

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Tasleem slowly opened her eyes, unsure whether she was harmed or unharmed.

A face suddenly appeared in front of her and said, "Don't be afraid, are you feeling any discomfort?" He had been worried. She had remained unconscious far longer than expected, and it clearly wasn't because of the smoke he had used to make her pass out. When she still hadn't regained consciousness after two hours, he called the doctor to check up on her.