" Email? What email?" David asked with a frown.
" The madam, they have news about the madam." Jordan replied. He could not believe that they chose to use an email to contact his president.
David immediately snatched the iPad in Jordans eyes before reading the email on display.
" My daughter, your wife is fine with me. I know your daughter needs surgery, that's why I have sent back your son to you. Hotel DAVOON , room 398. Be there, he will be waiting for you."
The email was short but the contents made David's stomach churn violently.
" Prepare the car, we are leaving." David announced before making his way to the door.
" I want the sender of that email traced. I have to find my wife ." He ordered as he raced to the elevator.
" Sir, it's an encrypted email, I don't think we can trace
