The entire Park Avenue household was in an uproar. His father, mother, Brent, and all the servants were gathered in the Grand Salon when Rollo and Brianna walked in.
If Rollo didn't know his mother's moods so well, he would never have guessed she was upset. Impeccable as ever in a nubby coral Chanel suit, she barely pulled her phone from her ear to greet them. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of Brianna, then turned her attention to Rollo.
"How could she do this to me? Our security team has gone through everything in her room and found nothing. Not a single clue or lead or anything. I threatened to fire the lot of them so they're looking again now."
"For the millionth time, we should call the f*****g police," Brent said wearily. He had big dark circles under his eyes. Rollo figured
