"There's no such thing as too many coincidences," Aisden murmured, his deep-set eyes narrowing as a shadow of suspicion darkened his gaze.
"Don't forget who Kiara's eyes resemble."
The butler followed Aisden's train of thought, and his own eyes widened in sudden realization.
The Queen?!
"Y-You think… this Madam Luther might be… might be…"
The rest of the sentence touched upon royal secrets, and he didn't dare voice it aloud.
"Better safe than sorry," Count Aisden mused after a long pause, his voice low and deliberate.
"After all, the Crown Princess and the men I sent to San Francisco have vanished without a trace—no leads, no answers.
We can't afford to overlook even the slightest possibility."
The man straightened in his seat, the haze of alcohol fading from his eyes as clarity took hold.
"Change of plans. We're heading to the palace.
And contact the Crown Princess immediately—tell her I have urgent matters to discuss."
