“What do you mean my daughter's gone?” Crimson repeated in a dangerously calm tone, the color draining from his face.
Isabela stuttered frantically. "I—I went to her room to deliver the cookies she asked me to make, b—but when I opened the door… she wasn't there… I searched the whole house, and all forty servants helped look for her, but she was nowhere to be found.”
Chills ran down his spine, making his entire body go cold. His hand, gripping the phone, trembled uncontrollably, but he forced himself to remain calm. He understood that succumbing to panic would lead to nothing.
The door swung open. His secretary entered the room, holding a stack of papers in his hand. "Is there a problem, Sir?" he inquired, his brow furrowed in concern.
"My daughter is missing. I need to find her,” he a
