Having wrapped up his workday, Arthur was on his way to a business dinner. As the cityscape slid by his car window, his thoughts lingered on Lily. Her flushed face, her drunken confessions, and her restless hands seemed to speak a language of their own.
"Sir, sir." Arthur finally came back to his senses after several attempts of his assistant.
"What's up?"
"Steven called to inform you that Ms. Bronte and Mr. Louis Bronte have left the estate together."
Arthur paused for a few seconds. Sensing his mood, his assistant inquired, "Shall we proceed to the dinner, or would you prefer to return home?"
"Go to Durandale Street," Arthur directed, and his tone tinged with annoyance.
Upon arriving at Louis' favorite restaurant, Arthur learned that the two had just departed. As he pre
