As his hand subconsciously gravitated towards his pocket, ready to reach for his phone, a sudden realization halted his movement.
A shrewd glint flickered in his eyes, a calculated scheme brewing within him.
It dawned on him that this unforeseen circumstance could be manipulated to muddy the waters and implicate Yves in the case.
Rayven's voice quivered with feigned concern as he tentatively uttered, "Could it be... Yves...?" His attempt to sow seeds of doubt into Sean's mind was veiled behind a façade of apprehension.
The mere suggestion caused Sean's fists to involuntarily clench. Just as he was about to stride away, Rayven intercepted him, catching hold of his arm.
"Wait, Mr. Sean! Where are you going? You can't go searching for your brother alone!" Rayven's tone shifted to one of urgent concern. "It's too risky. Let me contact my brother instead! He'll certainly locate Mr. Skylar and bring him back here!"
