"Where is she?" Cillian Forrest demanded, his voice cold.
Ethan Cross didn't dare make a sound. He had been busy arranging the security detail for Miss Wexler's departure later that night, and in the process, he had momentarily neglected the situation inside.
This wasn't the time for assigning blame. Cillian Forrest glanced at Ethan Cross and ordered, "Have the security team go on high alert, starting now. If anything seems off, escort her to safety immediately."
"I'll go find her," Cillian Forrest said after giving his instructions.
Ethan Cross: "Yes, sir."
With that, Cillian Forrest grabbed his coat from the side and strode off, his expression grim.
As he walked, he activated his communicator and sent a message to Sophie Wexler: [Where are you?]
The number of people outdoors was gradually increasing, but fortunately, the spot Sophie Wexler had found was secluded, and no one had disturbed her yet.
