Jace Lennox drove along the road, searching for any sign of Phoebe Faulkner. He drove all the way to the coffee shop where she worked, but still hadn't found her. Seeing it was still open for business, he got out of the car, his face grim.
Jace Lennox's arrival was like a beacon in the night, instantly causing the eyes of every waitress on duty to light up.
Plenty of social elites frequented the coffee shop, but a man like Jace Lennox—tall, handsome, with a great physique and a distinguished air—was a rare sight indeed.
As it happened, Millie Sanders was on duty tonight. She had a weakness for handsome men, especially the kind whose intense aura was enough to make one's heart race. She immediately dropped what she was doing and eagerly approached him. "Sir, are you by yourself, or..."
Jace Lennox didn't answer. Instead, his cold gaze swept across the coffee shop. After failing to spot Phoebe Faulkner, his eyes landed on the waitress. "Where is Phoebe Faulkner?" he asked coldly.
