CIARAN was making breakfast when his phone, placed on the counter, rang. He swiped it to answer and tapped the ‘loudspeaker’ icon.
“Report.”
“Boss,” Nate said.
Nagpatuloy si Ciaran sa pagpiprito ng bacon. “What is it?” he asked.
Nate cleared his throat from the other line. “Boss, I followed your mother yesterday, just like you ordered.”
“And?” tanong ni Ciaran habang isinasalin sa pinggan ang napritong bacon. “Where did she go?”
“A yacht,” Nate answered.
Napaisip naman si Ciaran. “Nate, my family owns more than ten yachts. You’re going to have to be more specific,” he said.
“Boss, this one wasn’t yours. It wasn’t registered under any of your family’s names. Not even the Second Young Master Lucien.”
Napatigil si Ciaran. He turned off the stove. “Whose, then?” he asked in a col
