Morgan Sinclair arrived at the spot where Ashley Bowen had just jumped from the car. He crouched down, staring at the patch of blood on the ground, and a sharp pain lanced through his heart.
He looked up at the sky, dotted with countless stars. At that moment, he made a silent vow: he would have this woman, no matter what.
He would cherish her like a precious treasure and win her heart completely.
Standing up, he shoved one hand into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. Just as he was about to light it, his assistant and translator hurried over. "Your Highness, are you sure your ID and passport are in this wallet? I've looked, but I can't find them..."
Morgan Sinclair shot him a glare, stuck the cigarette between his lips, and snatched the bag to rifle through it himself. Sure enough, his ID and passport had vanished into thin air!
