Julian chased after her into the underground parking garage.

Tonight, Francesca had driven a white Phantom, yet the car stood empty—Francesca was nowhere to be found.

Julian tried the door handle, but it didn’t budge. He let out a breath, releasing the thought as quickly as he’d seized it.

Sliding into his own car, he was already mapping out his next steps. An urgent desperation gnawed at him—he needed to find Francesca.

Just as he ...