Ryan Osborne said deferentially.
But Yuri Sinclair was in no mood to discuss such matters. He tried to push his way through the crowd.
But the black-suited bodyguards stepped forward just in time to stop him.
"Leave the search for the Imperial Concubine to us. Your Majesty, you must return to the country at once to attend the inauguration of the prime minister and the new cabinet."
He was the monarch of a nation, the ultimate symbol of power. It seemed glamorous, but there were times he didn't even have the authority to take a day off or refuse a command.
After a long moment of contemplation, his brow finally relaxed. "You must find that mother and son for me, the sooner the better! Report to me the instant you have news! Sean, don't come back with me. I'm leaving this in your hands."
"Yes." Sean nodded firmly.
Yuri Sinclair had been on American soil for less than twenty-four hours before he was already hurrying back to his home country.
