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THE MILLIONAIRE FROZE WHEN HE SAW THE WAITRESS DRAWING THE SAME DRAWING HIS MISSING DAUGHTER USED...

THE MILLIONAIRE FROZE WHEN HE SAW THE WAITRESS DRAWING THE SAME DRAWING HIS MISSING DAUGHTER USED... Samuel Hargrove's polished shoes clicked against the marble floor of Luminescent, Chicago's most exclusive restaurant. The maître d' greeted him with practiced deference. "Your usual table, Mr. Hargrove?" Samuel nodded, his expression impassive. The staff knew better than to engage him in conversation, not on May 7th. For eighteen years, he had dined alone on this date, a ritual of remembrance that no business emergency or social obligation could interrupt. As he settled into his corner table—positioned to give him a view of the entire restaurant while remaining somewhat secluded—Samuel adjusted his perfectly tailored suit jacket. At fifty-five, he still maintained the disciplined physique of a much younger man, though strands of silver now dominated his once dark hair. The only sign of his inner turmoil was the slight tightening around his eyes as he glanced at his watch—7:18 p.m., the exact time Madison had been discovered missing from her bedroom.