Yale Family Estate.
"Mr. Chester, we've checked, there is no record of Grace Yakov on domestic or international flights. If she didn't use a private jet, there's only one possibility left..."
"She never left Saba City." Before Mr. Gomez could finish speaking, Chester Yale subtly cuts him off.
His gaze reveals his calm understanding.
"Mr. Chester, did you guess this already?" Mr. Gomez pauses, then asks with bewilderment, "Then today at the Yakovs, why didn't you expose the butler's lies knowing full well that Grace Yakov was in that small house?"
"The butler is merely a messenger. What good would it do to expose him? If Grace Yakov doesn't want to see me and I force my way into the Yakov family mansion, it would not only deter her from helping me, but it might also backfire."
Chester Yale's towering figure rises from the sofa and walks to the window, viewing the silent night within the manor.
In his profound dark eyes, an eerie light flickers.
