"Camilla hasn't had dinner yet," Sinclair knew exactly why his grandfather had summoned him.
Lowering his gaze, he meticulously wiped his well-defined hands with deliberate care.
Clearly, nothing in his eyes was more important than making sure Camilla had her meal.
"Understood," Uncle Carlos immediately caught his meaning.
"I'll go persuade Grandpa to come down for dinner as well.
At the Taylor Family Estate.
"Well?"
Taylor's refined eyes turned icy as he observed the troubled expression on the butler's face.
"Still no sign of her?"
"...No,"
The butler shook his head.
"We've reviewed the surveillance footage around the estate countless times, but there's no trace of the young mistress."
It was as if she had vanished into thin air.
Taylor's gaze was icy, his dark eyes brimming with an unfathomable chill.
The air around him seemed to freeze over.
The butler sighed inwardly.
It seemed the master was truly furious this time.
