The grand gala ended in disgrace.
Sebastian stood in his study. Outside the window, the sky had long since gone dark. He had not turned on the lights. In the darkness, only the glow of his phone lit his face.
His once-bright features looked haggard and pale.
"We have only confirmed that Mrs. Shaw boarded a private jet," Daniel said. "The flight path and destination have both been sealed. We used every connection we have, but no one can trace where she went. Someone is blocking us, and we cannot get through."
Sebastian's fingers curled into a fist, then slowly went slack.
'A private jet? Who else could arrange a private jet for Celeste?'
One possibility after another flashed through his mind until only one answer remained: the Harrington family.
But Sebastian dismissed the thought al
