Ryan's POV:
It has been five hours since I sat here, in my bedroom not able to decide what to do. I have tried several times to get her through her phone, but the line is dead. But I know I can't simply sit here and hope that she will come back by herself.
Is she stupid? Doesn't she know what will happen if the paparazzi get a hold of this?
I have to go out and meet my personal detective, Davis Thompson. I think he can help me with this.
I took out my phone and called him at the same time I grabbed my Audi's key.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson." He said as he received my call after the second beep.
"Hello. I need a help." Talking to him I started to walk to my garage.
"Tell me, how can I help you?"
"You have to find someone without letting her know."
"Who?" I can feel that his brows are now furrowed in confusion.
"Pearl. She-" I didn't complete as something about the garage caught my attention.
"She?"
