With no exact address, Cameron went from house to house, ringing every doorbell. More than once, he was firmly escorted away by security staff.
Finally, he stood before the last villa and pressed the bell, hope rising in his chest.
A stern middle-aged butler in a tailored suit opened the door.
"Is Autumn Clayton here?"
At the name, the butler studied him sharply before replying, "May I ask if you are expected? Miss Clayton has not mentioned any visitors today."
Cameron's composure snapped. He pushed past the man and tried to storm inside.
The butler stepped in instantly, using a practiced hold to pin him to the ground.
"Get off me! I'm her husband!"
"I'm sorry, sir. Trespassing is a serious matter. I will not hesitate to call the police."
"You—"
"Let him go, Butler Eric."
Camero
