Chapter 291 Saint Laurent Jewelry Auction

Alexander paced back and forth in his penthouse; his phone glued to his ear. His fingers drummed impatiently on the window frame as he stared out at the city lights below. The irritation in his voice could’ve been felt through the phone. “Have you found Lisa yet?” he snapped, voice laced with frustration. On the other end, his bodyguard, Jake, sounded far less sure of himself. “Uh, no, sir. We’re still looking. We’ve checked all the usual places, but—” “You’ve been watching the surveillance cameras, and you still can’t find her? How is that even possible?” Alexander cut him off, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off the headache that was creeping in. “We’re doing our best, Mr. Harris,” the bodyguard replied quickly, his voice apologetic. “We’ll work harder, I promise. We’ll find her soon.” Alexander let out a low growl of annoyance. “I don’t want ‘soon,’. I want now. Find her, ASAP, or I’ll—” He stopped himself, knowing he was being unreasonable, but stress wa