~Night~
Davis ended the call, a sigh escaping his lips. His gaze lingered longer on her photo on the screen, his hand pausing slightly on her cheek.
Quietly, he dialed another number. After a few rings, a voice filtered through. "Davis?"
"Richard, I need your help concerning her."
Richard stiffened, his gaze sweeping the area. Noticing no one nearby, he sighed in relief.
"She came to the meeting alone?" His voice was low.
"I suspect so," Richard answered.
"No need to suspect. It's a fact. I called her guard and discovered they never knew when she left the house," he reported helplessly.
He had called several times, but when she didn't pick up, he was left with no other option than to contact her guards—who turned out to be unaware of her departure, as her usual car was still at home.
Davis did some deduction and arrived at one conclusion—she had gone out with another car.
