“Didn’t you see a small pink-colored note kept under a vase in your makeup room?” Weylin asked, muddled.

“No.” Garaine shrugged her shoulders.

“Did you check the table?” Weylin repeated anxiously. “The note mentioned that I would go to the USA because of an urgent matter and will explain everything once I’m back.”

“There was no note, Mr. Turner.”

“That’s strange!” Weylin’s eyebrows were knitted into a deep frown. “I gave the maid the note and saw her putting it under the vase. How could that