"Boss, Miss Foster has left with Mr. Franklin… Of course, she wasn't willing, but he insisted, so she had no choice but to leave with him."
In the dimly lit villa, Kingsly sat alone on the sofa. Only a single lamp beside the couch was on, and all the servants had been dismissed. The villa, usually filled with warmth and light, looked entirely different.
Liam was bowing respectfully, reporting.
Kingsly was lost in thought.
After contemplating for a moment, Liam continued, "Boss, it seems Mr. Franklin is being cautious this time, so I can't trace Miss Foster's whereabouts."
Kingsly came back to his senses and spoke calmly, "It's fine. Once everything is over, I'll make William tell me Rachel's whereabouts himself."
Hearing Kingsly say this, Liam knew he had a plan and didn't press further.
At that moment, Kingsly's phone rang.
He took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and then calmly brought it to his ear. "Kingsly, it's me…"
The caller was Noah.
"Hmm."
