Meanwhile, in a city far away, a young man in his 30s sat on a plush leather seat inside a private jet, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The low hum of the aircraft's engines provided a backdrop to the serious conversation between the young man and his old butler, Jeeves.
"Young master, don't lose hope. Finding him may take time, but I'm sure we'll locate him eventually," Jeeves said, a calming presence beside the young man.
The young master sighed, his brow furrowed with the weight of years spent searching for a person shrouded in mystery. "I've been at this for so long, Jeeves. It's as if he vanished without a trace. Sometimes, I wonder if my mother knows something."
Jeeves, with his decades of service, offered wisdom earned through years of loyalty. "If your mother has information, she has her reasons for keeping it hidden. It's not uncommon for certain matters to be concealed for a purpose."
