Henry Hartwell had gone missing. His phone was unreachable, all his social media accounts were deactivated, and no one had been able to contact him for over twenty-four hours.
It was Claire Sinclair's first time meeting Old Master Hartwell face-to-face. She had come to his old, traditional courtyard residence to report the matter.
Old Master Hartwell was an amiable old gentleman. He always wore the same style of Tang suit and had a serene smile on his face. He looked gentle and scholarly, but he carried himself with a distinguished air and a powerful presence.
In his presence, Claire Sinclair felt slightly intimidated.
Old Master Hartwell's expression didn't change after he heard her report. He simply said, "This matter is beyond your control. I also hope you'll keep it confidential. I will report this to the police shortly. As for the news agency, I'll have to rely on you for the time being."
