Barrett's heart sank suddenly, his phone slipping from his grasp unnoticed. With a tense expression, he quickly made his way towards the edge of the couch.

"Zoe?"

There was no response in the spacious living room. He turned to look out the French windows, and in the span of a few words, she vanished without a trace.

Calling out a few more times yielded no reply from Zoe. Instead, a resting servant, alerted by the commotion, hurried down.

Barrett's expression soured as he searched behind curtains and elsewhere, questioning, "Have you seen madam?"

The servant paused, realizing whom he referred to, then hastily responded, "Madam... Wasn't she with you downstairs...