When Trenton Smith woke up, the warm milk that Norris Moore had left on the bedside table had gone cold.
It was rare for him to sleep until this hour and wake up feeling refreshed and invigorated.
After drinking the milk that Norris Moore had left, he leisurely went downstairs.
He did not find Norris Moore's figure in the living room. The man slightly narrowed his eyes and scanned the dining room.
Still, no one was to be found.
Trenton Smith frowned unhappily: "Where is she?"
The maid who had been following behind him and watching his movements asked, "Young Master Smith, are you looking for Miss Moore?"
"Where did she run off to?"
Why was she nowhere to be seen so early in the morning?
"Miss Moore went back to Old Sir Moore's house," the maid answered obediently, "She said she would return soon and asked you not to worry."
Trenton Smith's face turned grim: "What is she doing there?"
"Miss Moore said she was looking for someone."
Looking for someone?
Who?
