"Maybe we should call the police," Dallyn suggested.
Right now, Dallyn trusted in the police, always relying on them in times of trouble.
"We cannot call the police," Gideon Moore outright refused.
Aubree glanced at Gideon Moore with an indifferent look.
Gideon Moore felt a twinge in his chest, then lowered his eyes modestly, "Perhaps the young ladies just got lost. If we pull the police into this, it will turn into a big fuss, damaging the Mistress's reputation. As of now, I have already mobilized everyone in the villa to search for them. I believe we will have results soon. Wouldn't it be better for the Mistress to wait patiently?"
Dallyn snorted, "These are the daughters of some of Pethkids' wealthiest families. If something happened to them, could you bear that responsibility?"
Aubree turned her head to look in the northern direction and began walking that way.
Gideon Moore quickly scurried after her, "Mistress, you can't go there..."
