The butler complained about Ji Chicheng under his breath and sighed.
Oh well, he'd better hurry and call Mr. Charles.
With that thought, he immediately turned to the landline phone and dialed Charles' number.
Seeing the butler focused on dialing, Korea smirked slyly and sneaked toward the main door while the butler wasn't paying attention.
"What's the matter?"
On the other end, Charles must have seen the call from home and answered the phone himself.
His tone compelled the conversation to go straight to the point, and the butler didn't dare waste words, directly reporting the situation: "Mr. Charles, the young master went out and doesn't want us to follow."
"You can't follow him secretly?"
Charles almost cursed them for being stupid. How could they not manage even a simple disappearance; it was foolish.
The butler said, "The young master knows someone secretly follows his every move every day."
