"Okay! No problem!" The two bodyguards fell silent. They were so scared that they forgot to ask for the kind-hearted gentleman's phone number. Now, they knew they had to find him; otherwise, they would face serious consequences.
The cold, elegant woman wasted no time. With Yara in her arms, she slid back into the Rolls-Royce. The luxury car roared to life and disappeared down the park road swiftly.
"Where should we start looking for him?" the female bodyguard asked the male bodyguard, still feeling sweaty on her back.
"He took her daughter to the park, so his home can't be too far from here." Bart, the male bodyguard, thought momentarily before dialing the police chief's private number. "Hello, I'm Miss Yara Clark's bodyguard. I need your help to find someone."
When the police chief he
