Chapter 605

The other two bodyguards immediately sprinted along the beach, searching for any other boats, but the private beach had nothing but a few small rowboats.

The last bodyguard quickly pulled out his walkie-talkie, calling for backup.

Yara struggled to her feet from the sand, her face pale and her body trembling.

"Gabriel! Travis!" She cried out in despair, watching helplessly as the white yacht became a tiny dot on the horizon, disappearing into the morning light.

"Notify Mr. Windsor and Ms. Spencer right away!" The lead bodyguard ordered as he emerged from the water, droplets sliding off his chiseled face. "The rest of you, come with me to find a boat to chase them!"

Two bodyguards quickly ran towards the resort's dock area, while the other two helped Yara back to the villa.

Yara's legs were still shaking, and she was almost being half-carried by the bodyguards.

The early morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Marigoldia overwater villa's bedroom, waking Zoey in Henry's arms.

She gently moved Henry's arm from around her waist, her movements as delicate as if she were handling a precious treasure.

"Up so early?" Henry's voice was husky with sleep, his eyes half-open as he watched Zoey sit up.

"I'm going to check if Gabriel and Travis are awake," Zoey said, leaning down to kiss Henry's forehead. "You go back to sleep."

Henry mumbled a response, turning over and drifting back into a light sleep.

Zoey slipped on a silk robe, her bare feet touching the cool floor as she walked towards the wooden walkway connecting the two children's rooms.

The sea breeze brushed against her cheeks, carrying a salty scent, and the distant blue sea sparkled with golden light in the morning sun.

Pushing open Gabriel and Travis's bedroom door, Zoey's brow furrowed immediately. The two small beds were empty, the blankets messily piled to one side, and Gabriel's favorite toy lay on the floor.

"Henry!" Her voice rose sharply as she turned and ran back to the master bedroom. "The kids are gone!"

Henry sprang out of bed, pulling on a T-shirt while trying to calm Zoey. "Don't panic, maybe Yara took them to the beach to play."

Zoey's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

Yes, that made sense. Yara was always diligent, and with four bodyguards taking turns to watch over them, the kids were definitely safe on the resort's private beach.

She walked to the window and pulled back the sheer curtain.

Outside, the morning sun was turning the blue sea golden, and a few white clouds were lazily drifting across the sky.

On the distant beach, a few early risers were taking a stroll.

Zoey scanned the area for the familiar small figures but saw nothing.

Maybe they were on the other side of the beach, hidden by the palm trees.

Just as she was about to turn and grab her phone to call Yara, the villa's front door was suddenly flung open.

"Mr. Windsor! Ms. Spencer!"

Yara burst into the living room, her face pale, hair disheveled, and the hem of her beach dress still covered in sand and seawater.

Four bodyguards followed closely behind, their faces filled with panic and guilt.

Zoey's heart skipped a beat.

She didn't need to hear the next words to know something terrible had happened.

Yara's lips trembled violently, tears streaming down her face. "The kids have been kidnapped! Right on the beach!"

The world went silent in that instant.

Zoey felt the room spin, her legs suddenly losing their strength.

She fell backward, caught by Henry's strong arms.

"What happened? Explain clearly!" Henry's voice was low and dangerous, like an enraged lion.

The head bodyguard quickly reported, "About forty minutes ago, two women approached the private beach on a yacht, luring the kids aboard with shells. They drugged the kids and quickly sailed away. Two of our team are already in pursuit, but there's no news yet."

Zoey's ears buzzed, her mind filled with images of Gabriel and Travis's innocent, smiling faces.

Gabriel winking mischievously at her, Travis pouting when he wanted attention. Zoey's fingers dug into Henry's arm, her nails almost piercing his skin.

"Two women? What did they look like? What kind of yacht? Which direction did they go?"

Henry's questions fired off like bullets, while one hand steadied the trembling Zoey.

"Blonde and redhead, both wearing sunglasses. The yacht was a medium-sized white one, heading northeast," the bodyguard answered quickly.

Henry immediately pulled out his phone, dialing a number. "Bodhi, my sons have been kidnapped... Marigoldia, white yacht heading northeast. I need you to mobilize all resources."

His voice was chillingly calm, but the throbbing vein on his temple betrayed his raging fury.

Zoey forced herself to take deep breaths.

Now was not the time to break down; she had to stay clear-headed.

The kids needed her. Zoey, her hands shaking, picked up her phone and called the local police.

"Hello, I need to report a kidnapping. My two sons, three years old, were taken from the private beach at Marigoldia resort." Zoey's voice was surprisingly steady, despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Just as she hung up, the villa doorbell rang.

The bodyguards cautiously went to check, then brought in three people—Celine, Joseph, and Claire.

They had originally planned to have breakfast together, but walked straight into this nightmare.

"Zoe? What's going on?" Celine immediately sensed the heavy atmosphere in the room, her eyes moving from the tear-streaked Yara to the pale-faced Zoey.

"Gabriel and Travis have been kidnapped." Zoey's voice finally broke, and the tears flowed again.

All three gasped in shock.

Claire rushed to Zoey's side, hugging her, while Joseph turned to Henry. "What can I do?"

Henry quickly explained the situation, and Joseph immediately started making calls to his contacts.

The entire villa was plunged into a chaotic mix of frantic activity and fear, with phones ringing constantly, people moving back and forth, and orders and information being rapidly exchanged.

Zoey sat on the couch, her hands clenched into fists on her knees.

She had to think of something, had to do something. But faced with the vast ocean and unknown kidnappers, she felt more helpless than ever.

"We will find them," Henry knelt in front of Zoey, holding her cold hands. "I promise."

Zoey nodded, unable to speak.

Her mind was filled with images of the dangers Gabriel and Travis might be facing, each possibility causing her heart to ache unbearably.

Meanwhile, about fifteen nautical miles from the resort, in an abandoned fishing hut, Gabriel and Travis slowly began to wake up.

Their three-year-old bodies were particularly sensitive to the sedative, leaving Gabriel and Travis dizzy and their vision blurry.

Gabriel was the first to open his eyes, finding himself lying on a hard, small bed.

He turned his head to see Travis still asleep on another bed nearby.