A line of high-end luxury vehicles filled the exclusive parking area outside the prestigious convention hall. After concluding a high-level summit with several influential industry figures, Luca stepped through the main entrance with his entourage. His strides halted when his gaze caught a familiar pink Porsche parked near the drop-off area.
Phoebe's car.
His brows furrowed. He had expected to see her among the executives during the summit, yet she had never appeared. Even after the meeting, he had checked several VIP corridors in hopes of crossing paths with her, but found no trace of her.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Luca turned back toward the lobby and approached the reception desk.
"Excuse me. Is Miss Phoebe currently inside the building?" he asked sharply.
The receptionist stiffened beneath his imposing presence. "I'm sorry, sir. According to our records, Miss Phoebe isn't inside the facility."
"Are you certain she didn't arrive today?"
