"Dominic?"
The butler's voice snapped Dominic out of his reverie. He rose slowly, his eyes rimmed with crimson, his entire demeanor shifted, carrying a new edge. His gaze dropped, and after a moment, he grabbed his phone and dialed his assistant. "Find her. Use every connection we've got. I want Clara's location now."
The next day, in the Hale Business office, the assistant stood nervously before Dominic. "Sir, Clara left on a private plane. The flight details are locked down tight—we can't track her."
Silence choked the room. Dominic stood, his jaw clenched so hard it could've cracked stone. Finally, he spat one word: "Useless."
He strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, irritation radiating from him. The assistant scrambled, holding out a USB drive. "But—but we found some security foo
