He recognized the number and frowned, immediately ordering his subordinates to trace its origin.
The efficiency of the bodyguard was unquestionable, and he reported back in two minutes that the call had come from a landline in Prince Walter's official residence.
"Humph." Liam Yancey sneered contemptuously, his smile bloodthirsty.
Why would the prince's official residence suddenly call his cell phone? Unless... unless the person calling was someone else!
Tara Summer? Liam Yancey stood up abruptly, his eyebrows knitted tightly. Was it her? Was she calling for help?!
Liam Yancey quickly affirmed that it must be her; after all, only a few people knew his mobile number, apart from his immediate family, there was only Tara Summer...
Without any delay, he briskly walked out of the rest room and asked a respected marquis to take over the meeting.
