Harrison Yale walked around the conference hall with a glass of red wine after leaving Amelia Lawrence's side.
Every now and then, he would encounter a business acquaintance, exchange greetings, chat a bit, and then continue on his way.
He seemed like he was politely mingling with business partners, but only he knew he was searching for Emma Aiden.
She never liked these kinds of occasions since she was a child, always finding a quiet corner to stay alone until the banquet ended.
Harrison Yale had already searched around, but still couldn't find her, his facial expression darkened.
Could she still be in the car?
"Young Master Yale, do you have any instructions?" A waiter was stopped by Harrison Yale and asked respectfully.
"Help me ask the security guard if there's anyone in the Yale Family's car." Harrison Yale's thin lips parted slightly, uttering coldly.
The waiter hurried to ask.
Soon, a reply came.
"Young Master Yale, there's no one in your car."
"..." No one.
