"I'm not sure," Matteo replied. "We need to get in touch with her to find out. That's why I came to you. Once we contact her, we can plan our next move."

They checked the satellite data and confirmed Raegan was indeed in the building.

Two hours earlier, the special forces had received information that Lorenzo, a ruthless man with many killings to his name, was at the International Banquet Center. They monitored the center's entrance closely and managed to evacuate everyone safely. Initially, they had planned for the informant, Mitchel, to leave as well.

However, Mitchel claimed it was too late and Lorenzo was specifically targeting him. He stayed inside to assist with the operation.

Although everything seemed perfectly arranged, Lorenzo had still managed to place explosives at the banquet center undetected, a bold move indeed.

Now, Mitchel's life was in immediate danger. The situation was critical and required swift action.

After confirming Matteo was clear, the commander didn't hesitate and said, "Make the call."

Matteo used the satellite phone.

Raegan's phone was designed for such critical situations. It could be tracked via satellite and was resistant to signal jammers, enabling calls through satellite connection.

Raegan's phone emitted a long series of monotonous beeps. No one picked up.

In her room, Raegan was crouched in the corner by her bed and the wall, hands clasped over her ears. The blast just now had almost burst her eardrums.

Thankfully, the blankets had muffled the sound while she slept, or the shock might have knocked her out, putting her life at risk.

After the initial shock faded, the air was heavy with the scent of gunpowder. Raegan knew this wasn't an earthquake.

This afternoon, she had been watching TV in her room when Henley suddenly appeared on the screen, only for it to abruptly cut out.

Raegan was aware that Mitchel's wedding was taking place in the hotel but lacked the courage to attend. Moreover, Mitchel had explicitly barred her from returning to the country. Given it was an enforced stopover, she chose not to cause any trouble, deciding instead to stay in her room and sleep.

She had slept until nearly evening when the explosion jolted her awake. Disoriented, she initially thought it was an earthquake and dashed from her bed to the corner for safety.

Once the noise diminished, Raegan stood up and noticed her phone vibrating on the bed. She answered just as the last buzz ended.

"Hello?"

Matteo's strained voice came through. "Miss Foster, you finally picked up..."

Puzzled, Raegan recognized the voice. "Matteo?"