Summer's hands trembled as she ended the call. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, dread creeping in with every passing second.
Without wasting a moment, she pushed the wheelchair out of the room. "Gideon," she called.
The maid ran over. "He is in the study. Should I call him?"
"No need. I'll go find him."
Summer pushed the wheelchair toward the study. She didn't care about knocking on the door and waiting for his permission. She pushed the door open and entered.
Gideon had been working on his laptop. He lifted his eyes and saw her coming.
"Summer? Is everything okay?" He stood up and crossed the distance between them.
"Chloe is missing," Summer said urgently, her voice tight with panic. "She opened the door thinking it was the driver, and now she is gone. Her phone is still in the room."
"The driver hasn't even reached the hotel yet," Gideon said, his tone turning serious. "He is still on the way."
Summer's breath hitched. "Then… who did she open the door for?"
