Chapter 313: How terrible your instincts are..
Richard stood beside Davis, his gaze sweeping over the fitting room that had once been packed with wardrobe racks and shimmering fabrics. Now, it was disturbingly empty. His pulse raced as the implications sank in. Davis sighed, his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring with silent rage.
"Who gave the report that the items in the room were missing?" Davis asked, his tone clipped and cold.
"After witnessing the situation with the models, I had a feeling things wouldn’t end there. So I contacted every department to check the state of things. That was when I got the report," Richard replied.
He hesitated, then added, "But by the time I arrived here, the young man who gave the report was nowhere in sight. I’ve been trying his number ever since, but it hasn’t gone through."
He didn’t want to start drawing conclusions yet—solving the problem was more urgent than investigating it for now.
Davis said nothing for a moment. He strode to the door, slowly twisted the handle and it fell off in his hand.
Richard blinked, startled. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came. "How did it come off? I opened the door with a key earlier, both when I first arrived and just now."
"It’s possible it was tampered with by someone experienced," Davis replied flatly.
He turned and walked back into the room. His eyes scanned each corner, sweeping over the floor and every surface that might have been touched or disturbed or feet might have stepped.
"Don’t you think the materials were smuggled out some hours before daybreak?" Davis asked without turning.
Richard nodded. "I had the same suspicion. These materials were confirmed to be in place late last night."
"Who confirmed it?"