Aida and Grant clearly sensed that something was wrong.
Every Al butler would scan through the passing guests every five seconds to check if any strangers entered.
In such an environment, it was not easy for an outsider to get in, especially if the person could come i n and out without a trace.
Apart from Floyd who met him, no one else had seen Isaac's face.
Aida was still wearing her gown, and her delicate eyebrows carried a hint of anxiety.
"Should we call the police?"
Grant hesitated and looked at Nicole.
"If there's no evidence that directly points to Isaac taking Michael, it'll be unreasonable to call the police since he came here to attend the banquet...”
Even if a report was made, it would remain unsettled.
Nicole’s mind was muddled. She jolted up when she heard the words "call the police".
"Don't call the police yet, Big Brother. I’ll go to Clayton. Finding Michael is the most important thing now.
We'll put aside everything else for now. Help me ask Dad about it."
Grant nodded solemnly.
"Don't worry, leave this place to me. Go."
Nicole hurriedly nodded and lifted her skirt to run out...
Aida looked at her leaving figure and frowned slightly. She opened her mouth and said hesitatingly, "Dad saw that there's something wrong with Clayton, and Clayton also admitted it. Why did you let Nicole go to him?"
Clayton was indeed perfect. The warmth and modesty that came from his bones carried its own aura, but how could there be such a perfect person in this world?
If Floyd had not cornered him step-by-step earlier, Clayton might never have slipped up.
However, the more he was like that, the more frightening it was.
Nicole staying by his side would be like a sheep in a tiger's den.
Floyd's attitude was already obvious, but Grant still allowed Nicole to go to Clayton?
Grant could tell what Aida was thinking and smiled in gratification. He reached out to stroke her hair.
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