"Are you going or not?" Kieran's tone was laced with impatience.
Left with no choice, Jarrett went upstairs. Standing at Freya's door, he knocked and said, “Ms. Dawson, Mr. Sutton requests your presence downstairs.”
The silence was the only response from the room. Jarrett frowned and called out again, “Ms. Dawson?”
Still, no reply came from the room.
With a sigh, Jarrett muttered, “Ms. Dawson, my apologies for the intrusion.”
Saying so, he pushed the door open. The room was in pristine order, but Freya was gone.
Seeing it, Jarrett raced downstairs, his face as white as a sheet, and blurted out, "Mr. Sutton, she’s... she’s gone!"
“What?” Kieran's expression turned grim as he headed towards the second floor.
Indeed, Freya's room was empty.
As Jarrett ventured, Kieran's expression darkened further, “Mr. Sutton... could Ms. Dawson have run away?”
Kieran snapped, “Isn't that obvious? Now, call Freya!”
“Yes, sir...” Jarrett quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Freya's number. But the phone call wouldn’t go through.
“Mr. Sutton... I can’t reach Ms. Dawson.”
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