He'd sent people to search for so long. They'd checked the theater's security footage, then all the surveillance cameras in the surrounding area. But it was as if the footage had been deliberately erased. There wasn't a single frame showing how she was taken away; it was like she had vanished into thin air.
He picked up a lighter from the side and lit the candles on the cake, staring blankly.
Only when the candles had nearly burned down to the cake did he hastily blow them out.
He scratched his head helplessly. He couldn't find her anywhere. He grabbed a handful of cake and began frantically stuffing it into his mouth, venting...
...
"Leo, give the order. Miss Lowell is tired and needs to rest. Prepare a room and some daily necessities for her."
After speaking, he turned to her and said, "You must be tired today, too. Get some rest."
Rosalind Lowell felt as if she'd been hollowed out, her body just an empty shell as she followed the servant.
