After Celine de Loon became aware of the unforeseen circumstances of her husband's departure, she could not just sit idly by, as she had to find out everything.
Phillips' butler, standing in front of the Duchess in her office, crossed his arms over his chest, as if preparing for a storm.
«I'm ordering you to find out his location,» the woman said, and her voice sounded harsh and authoritative. She left no room for doubt. The butler raised his eyebrows and bowed, but there was concern in his eyes.
«Your Grace, I'm not sure if this is really a good idea. Wouldn't it be better for you to just let it go and forget about this person…?» he cautiously remarked, trying to soften her ardor.
«Are you really going to cross me?» Selina's tone turned icy in an instant.
The butler flinched, but seeing her unwavering determination, he only bowed once more.
«As you wish, Your Grace... I'll do my best.»
