Antonio stared out of the penthouse window, a glass of whiskey in hand. His mind replayed the moment he caught Camila with his phone. Something about her explanation didn't sit right with him. Camila was sharp, intelligent, and cunning...qualities that had drawn him to her in the first place. But they also made her dangerous.
He downed the whiskey in one gulp, setting the glass down with a sharp clang. Turning his thoughts back to Diana, he clenched his jaw. Her sudden disappearance from the mansion was suspicious, and Mr. Castillo's feigned ignorance only fueled his anger. Diana might be gone, but Antonio was determined to find her.
His phone buzzed on the counter, snapping him out of his thoughts. Picking it up, he saw a message from one of his men:
"Still no sign of Diana. We're expanding the search."
Antonio typed back a curt reply before tossing the phone onto the couch.
