When Tyler arrived at Sterling Hill's main gate, Tracy was nowhere to be seen. Moreover, her phone was switched off. The young man's instincts immediately alerted him something was wrong.
The gatekeepers recognized Tyler as the new Chairman and flocked to him. They were stumped as to why he drove a Honda Hybrid. The Chairman of a multi-billion dollar luxury community should own a Lamborghini or a Rolls Royce at the least. However, they kept their mouths shut and bowed to him respectfully.
"Sir, how can we be of assistance?"
"Have you seen my sister?" Tyler asked, showing them a picture on his phone. "She was waiting for me right here. Did she call for an Uber?"
One of the guards stepped forward. "Yes, sir. How can we miss the beautiful Miss Grant? She left in a red Maserati car fifteen minutes ago."
"It must be one of your many luxurious vehicles, sir," another guard suggested.
"I don't own any cars," Tyler replied. "Even this Honda Hybrid is a borrowed one."