Casiano's car was halfway to its destination when he suddenly received a call from Don.
"Sir, there's been an unexpected incident. Please come directly to Gordon Collins's villa."
The man, who was driving with one hand, had a sudden darkening of his expression: "What happened?"
Don, on the other end, found it difficult to speak as he looked at the scene before him: "You'll know when you get here."
Casiano's eyebrows knitted slightly, his eyes flashing with a frost as cold as the snowflakes drifting outside the window.
With a stony face, he hung up the phone and quickly changed direction, speeding towards Gordon Collins's villa—
Alla woke up from her sleep and instinctively reached for the spot beside her, only to find it chillingly empty.
He's not here?
Panic surged in Alla's heart. She hurriedly threw off the blankets, turned on the bedside lamp, and got out of bed.
