JM's arrival five minutes after Altair arrived at the penthouse managed to make the frantic teenager calmer.

"Gosh ... Altair ..!!" the girl exclaimed in a panicked voice. She immediately hugged Altair very tightly. Her mother told JM to go up to the penthouse a few minutes ago and the girl immediately went regardless of her appearance. Now she came still with pajamas and hair rollers on her head.

"Vega ... I can't reach her..." Altair stammered.

JM tightened her arms. She had seen the news about the terror attack on the Eiffel Tower a few hours ago. She was shocked to know Vega was there.

She didn't even know her mother had left their suite and went there after being called by the panicked Nicolae. JM only realized that her mother was at the location when she received a call from Marion to accompany Altair at the penthouse.

Now her feelings were mixed. She was feeling sadness, fear, and anxiety over Vega's safety. She and Altair hugged for a few minutes to vent their grief and then finally broke away.

"I'll make hot tea," JM offered. Altair just nodded. He sat on the sofa with a somber face. Marion looked at the teenager with a look of pity.

The current situation was really uncertain. No one knew what really happened to Vega. Marion didn't know whether Vega was the only victim who was taken from the scene, or if there were others. Marion also could not contact Mischa, and that made her even more worried.

JM came with a tray containing a pot of hot tea and three cups for them.

"Have some tea first, so you can calm down," she said softly.

She poured each of them a cup of tea and placed them on the table. Altair only stared at the cups, unmoved. He could put anything in his mouth right now. He felt like he was going to throw up.

"Hmm ... you'd better try to sleep," Marion finally said. "We cannot do anything at a time like this. I will wait for your parents to arrive. You must rest so that you won't get sick."

She took two pills from her wallet and handed one each to JM and Altair.

"I want to wait for my parents ..." said Altair, in protest.

"You can't. They won't arrive for a few more hours. It's useless for you to force yourself to stay up late waiting for them," Marion said. She then patted her daughter's shoulder and told her to coax Altair. "You must accompany Altair to sleep and make sure he doesn't stay up late. I'm counting on you."

JM looked at her mother with round eyes. Her face turned red, but when she saw the look on her mother's grave face, JM soon realized that Marion was serious about telling her to accompany Altair to sleep.

The girl was about to protest and said that she was not his nanny or something, but when she turned her head and saw how much Altair looked devastated ... she softened.

JM understood that at a time like this, Altair would only listen to her. Finally, JM obediently swallowed the sleeping pill from her mother and then approached Altair and patted his shoulder.

"Altair ... let's take the pills. I will accompany you to sleep. We must rest ..."

When he heard the gentle words of the beautiful girl that he liked so much, Altair finally relented. He took the sleeping pill from Marion's hand and drank it with the tea that JM had served. His head ached, and he did not know whether he would be able to sleep under this stress.

"I will wake you up when your parents arrive," Marion said softly.

Altair nodded listlessly. He walked into one of the rooms in the penthouse and laid down on his bed, without even taking his shoes off. JM climbed into the same bed and hugged him.

"Let's sleep," the girl whispered.

***

Marion did not sleep at all that night. She drank some homemade potion that kept her awake and alert. In a situation like this, no one in the Schneider Medici extended family could close their eyes.

After making sure JM and Altair slept, she then walked out of the penthouse and tried to find the news about Mischa. She finally contacted Petra, who was living in Paris, and asked her former partner in Wolf Pack to meet her at the Eiffel Tower. She wanted to gather evidence and information.

Fifteen minutes later, the man in black arrived at Trocadero. The atmosphere had become quiet because the police managed to banish all unauthorized people from lingering around the Eiffel Tower. Marion, who saw Petra walking from the east, immediately jumped down from the tree where she was hiding and approached the man.

"Hey ... Petra. The situation is very serious. It's been three hours and I still haven't got the information I need," the girl said hoarsely. "Thank you for coming. I need your help to visit the local mafia base. I want their help to look for Mischa and Vega."

Marion told him a little about Larkin and how she could be involved with the mafia group.

"Hmm .. okay, let's go there," Petra nodded. He put his hands in his pockets and walked toward his car. "You show the way."

"Hm ..." Marion said.

They got into the car, and Petra drove to the address Marion mentioned. While awaiting the arrival of Alaric, Nicolae, Lauriel, and everyone, the girl felt it would be better to go to Larkin's base. She planned to force him to help Marion find Mischa's tracks because Larkin had many men spread all over France.

She was happy because she had thought about tracking Larkin's secret location when she gave him the antidote for her poison the other day. Marion had no idea that she would need it this soon.

Ugh ... really, so many things happened in such a short time.

They entered a luxury residential area in the eastern part of Paris. Ten minutes later, Petra had parked his car under a shady tree. It was quite hidden. He got out of the car with Marion and walked with light steps to a large mansion at the end of the complex.

Both of them were wearing black outfits that did not attract attention in the dark night. After arriving in front of the gate, the two then climbed very fast. Their movements were agile, like two black cats. A few seconds later, they had arrived behind the gate.

Marion gave a signal and was responded by Petra. On a count of three, they climbed the mansion's wall and went up to the roof silently. These two experienced thieves were like a pair of slim black cats, ready to break through the enemy base.