Sixteen.

Seth whirled around in the office chair he sat on, lost in deep thoughts about his life and the next steps to take. If anyone asked him, then he would truthfully tell them he was tired. Tired of how blank the future seemed.

A hand waved in front of him but he couldn't register the thought in his mind that his attention was needed. It's been more than a month now since he last saw or heard anything about Isabella. All the private investigators he had hired hadn't been able to make any progress about the location of the woman. Much as he had someone stalked her best friend too, nothing fruitful had come out of it.

Yes, he had stooped that low. After all, his future and the future of both his lineage and company and family wealth depended on the success he attained concerning his heir.

"For goodness sake, Seth. Can you snap out of whatever it is that makes you look like a lion ready to devour its prey?" Nate grumbled at his best friend. He wasn't to be blamed though. He has been trying