[8 HOURS BEFORE THE ATTACK]
"Where is she?!" Florence jumped out of the chopper and stormed her way to the servants, waiting for her arrival. All of them bore a look of fear, lowering their head the second they saw the fire in the madam's eyes.
Seeing their despondent faces, Florence's entire body shook with anger. She clasped her hands tightly, grinding her teeth angrily.
"Nigel, take them out of my sight and teach them a lesson," she ordered through her gritted teeth. "And deploy our people for a search. Retrack Charlotte's track and find whoever took her away."
Nigel lowered his head and glanced at one of their soldiers on standby. He tipped his head at the soldiers, and the latter nodded in understanding.
"Madam, we —"
