The Koenigsegg car weaved through the streets once again.
Warren instructed the bodyguard to drive slower, as he looked out the window at the roadsides.
There were many pedestrians, but not that familiar small figure.
Warren was somewhat annoyed. Why would the little girl deceive him? Why did she run away?
Just because he was delayed a bit while settling the bill, the little girl was clearly out alone. Hopefully, nothing bad happens.
Seeing their prince glued to the window with a furrowed brow, the bodyguard suggested, "Your Highness, shall I call Lord Palmer?"
"No."
The bodyguard was taken aback, but the prince's orders were commands, so he said no more.
"That little girl definitely ran away from home. Now I've lost her again. If I call Harlan Palmer now, he'll be scared to death. Better to find her first."
"Yes, Your Highness."
But finding her was exceedingly difficult.
