"When?" Jared Quinn narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"It was... it was two days ago," the butler stammered with cold sweat dripping down. "We thought the young master was just throwing a tantrum, locking himself in his room and not coming out. The servants brought meals up daily, and he finished his meals. We realized something was wrong when it became too quiet, but by then it was too late. In his room, there was just a small robot."
Jared's handsome face grew more sullen as he hung up the phone. "Harold Chapman, track down that brat's location."
Two days missing, where could he have gone?
"Yes," Harold Chapman made the call to track down Timmy's whereabouts.
The other side quickly checked the records of Timmy leaving the Quinn Family and then going to the airport.
"A few locals took the young master away, and the tracking system on his wrist was also removed."
