Dave had just taken a step when a rough voice called out from behind him.

“Sir,” Franklin said, looking directly at Dave.

“Your grandpa asked for you to join Miss Scott for breakfast. I saw the door open, so I came in.” Franklin’s eyes glanced up and down Dave’s figure. Dave was dressed, and the door was slightly open, showing signs that he had just come back from outside.

“Sir, you weren’t in your suite last night?” Franklin asked.

“Yes,” Dave answered coldly.

“And Miss Scott...” Franklin’s eyes moved towards the bedroom door.

Dave’s eyes turned gloomy as he noticed where Franklin was looking. He frowned slightly in worry. “She’s...