Trying to hide the turmoil his heart felt, Franco rushed out to the terrace, glancing around, she wasn't there.
"Susan!" he shouted in his mind, feeling a tightness in his chest that wouldn't let him breathe. He hurriedly ran down the stone stairs, hoping to catch up to her and find her.
"Where could she have gone? The airport! Would she escape from his side?" Doubts swarmed his mind as he looked at the guests in the garden, ignoring them. With his breathing heavy, he reached the security personnel of the estate.
"Have you seen Susan leave?"
"No, sir, only the guests' cars."
Franco furrowed his brow. "What if she had left in one of their cars or worse, if she had been kidn*pped?"
His face contorted, his jaw trembled.
"Search for Susan throughout the estate, but do it discreetly," he
